[The question was surprising - not the fact that Slade had spoken, but the content itself. His style had obviously given himself away as trained, and Bourne figured that like knew like. Assassins could spot a fellow assassin if they were very good (or the fellow was very bad).
The ironic thing was that he didn't know the count. Not that he hadn't kept track. He must have, in his Blackbriar days. And he had killed during the end of the Gulf War; that he had figured out by timeline alone.
He quickly scanned his memory since he'd awoken on the fishing boat three years ago. Castel, in the apartment. The Professor. The local assets in the Paris safehouse.
Marie. Abbott's words still haunted him - "You killed Marie. The minute you climbed into her car. The minute you entered her life she was dead." He'd grabbed Abbott then, probably because there was some truth to the statement. He didn't think he'd ever forgive himself. She was dead, and it was his fault. He'd gotten careless; she'd paid the price.
Moving on.
Jarda. Kirill (that fucking bastard, he should have strangled him instead of letting the car wreck end his life). He hadn't directly killed Abbott, but he'd sure as hell left him the gun that did it. Simon Ross, that reporter - he hadn't killed him, but he had been chasing Bourne's story. Desh.
He hadn't killed Paz. He was sick of killing.]
"High enough," [he said levelly, even shrugging, to make the remark seem casual. But he didn't want to think about it.
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Date: 2010-08-05 05:49 pm (UTC)The ironic thing was that he didn't know the count. Not that he hadn't kept track. He must have, in his Blackbriar days. And he had killed during the end of the Gulf War; that he had figured out by timeline alone.
He quickly scanned his memory since he'd awoken on the fishing boat three years ago. Castel, in the apartment. The Professor. The local assets in the Paris safehouse.
Marie. Abbott's words still haunted him - "You killed Marie. The minute you climbed into her car. The minute you entered her life she was dead." He'd grabbed Abbott then, probably because there was some truth to the statement. He didn't think he'd ever forgive himself. She was dead, and it was his fault. He'd gotten careless; she'd paid the price.
Moving on.
Jarda. Kirill (that fucking bastard, he should have strangled him instead of letting the car wreck end his life). He hadn't directly killed Abbott, but he'd sure as hell left him the gun that did it. Simon Ross, that reporter - he hadn't killed him, but he had been chasing Bourne's story. Desh.
He hadn't killed Paz. He was sick of killing.]
"High enough," [he said levelly, even shrugging, to make the remark seem casual. But he didn't want to think about it.
He was sick of death.]