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brokenweapon[Even though this Paris is different - this Paris has changed - it's still Paris to him, and he hates that the Admiral's forced him to be here. He could do without the memories this place dredged up, the ones since his awakening on the fishing boat off Marseilles. Even the ones before then, the dim ones that were half-present, still hurt.
He half-considers visiting his old apartment, visiting what used to be Treadstone's Parisian base of operations, but dismisses the thought. No. He has no need to.
So he walks, keeping his eyes peeled as he inspects the city, and letting the crisp October air clear his head.
He tries not to dwell on the dog-eared paperbacks in his room, the ones that almost make sense but don't quite. He tries not to dwell on the arbitrary capriciousness of the Admiral and the loss of one of his only friends.
And he tries very hard not to dwell on why in the hell he got stuck with another goddamn kidnapping, body-snatching Animorph for an inmate.]
He half-considers visiting his old apartment, visiting what used to be Treadstone's Parisian base of operations, but dismisses the thought. No. He has no need to.
So he walks, keeping his eyes peeled as he inspects the city, and letting the crisp October air clear his head.
He tries not to dwell on the dog-eared paperbacks in his room, the ones that almost make sense but don't quite. He tries not to dwell on the arbitrary capriciousness of the Admiral and the loss of one of his only friends.
And he tries very hard not to dwell on why in the hell he got stuck with another goddamn kidnapping, body-snatching Animorph for an inmate.]
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Date: 2011-10-24 04:32 am (UTC)[That's the David he recognizes, there's that anger he knows so well. Privately he admits the kid's resourceful and ruthless - traits he would have encouraged when he was his old self. David's almost like a mirror of how Bourne had been, but younger, and driven by anger.
Perhaps that was why they never got on well.]
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Date: 2011-10-24 04:41 am (UTC)[Now that he knows, he's thinking in overdrive. Clearly, this is something he's gonna have to handle on his own. Will can't be trusted anymore. And Tim definitely can't be trusted. They were just playing him, the whole time. Well, two can play that game.
He'll go after Rachel. Not now, not with her comatose. There'd be no point. No, he'll wait until she's awake and thinks she's safe again. This time he'll hunt her down. He'll take the fight to her, like he did before.]
"That's... that's good to know." [Slowly David unclenches his fists, his fingernails bloody. He's starting to calm down, but if anything, he's even worse for it. The last time Bourne saw him like this was right before he'd come after him with Hoffman and Slick in the CES.]