[Slade was a lot better than this, but with his abilities blocked, he couldn't maintain the same amount of strenuous effort that he had prior to arriving on the Barge. He felt his age here, which was both an aggravating and bizarre experience. Honestly, he was ambivalent about it; on the one hand, he wanted his abilities back -- didn't feel like himself without them -- and on the other hand, he was almost glad of a taste of mortality. True, he'd died to get here, but there was something about the aches and pains of age that made him think. Wonder how much different his life could have been if he hadn't undergone that experiment.
Not that any of it showed.
The silence stretched on, and as he considered the man before him, there was something about Bourne that began to grate on him. Just a bit. He'd earned Slade's respect with regards to his skill, but that didn't necessarily mean he wanted the man for a warden -- or any warden at all -- especially since, right now, he couldn't think of a good reason why he should try to graduate. As bad as the Barge could be, there was nothing back home that he wanted. Not anymore.
Straightening finally, and doing his best to mask the worst of his discomfort, he gave Bourne an appraising look. Closed off, but analytical. Testing.]
What's your body count?
[A random question to ask, maybe, but he couldn't have been more serious about it. Whatever Bourne's reaction was, he'd have a better idea of what to expect out of his warden.]
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Date: 2010-08-05 12:44 pm (UTC)Not that any of it showed.
The silence stretched on, and as he considered the man before him, there was something about Bourne that began to grate on him. Just a bit. He'd earned Slade's respect with regards to his skill, but that didn't necessarily mean he wanted the man for a warden -- or any warden at all -- especially since, right now, he couldn't think of a good reason why he should try to graduate. As bad as the Barge could be, there was nothing back home that he wanted. Not anymore.
Straightening finally, and doing his best to mask the worst of his discomfort, he gave Bourne an appraising look. Closed off, but analytical. Testing.]
What's your body count?
[A random question to ask, maybe, but he couldn't have been more serious about it. Whatever Bourne's reaction was, he'd have a better idea of what to expect out of his warden.]