You have absolutely no idea, do you? [A snarl of real anger. He lets Hinata come at him, even as his hands clench at his sides to keep himself from retaliating, but he holds his ground this time. He doesn't bend as easily as he might have a few minutes ago.] I did it because I didn't have a choice. Not a real one. The CDC can dress it up however they like, but we all know they got what they wanted.
[Fear. Brutality. An understanding of how heavy the hand of the organization is against their backs of their necks.]
But it didn't have to be him. It could have been me. I have to live with that, and so does he. [His volume has dipped, an active attempt to reduce attention from passersby. It might be pointless now.] If that's not enough for you— then it isn't enough. Nothing I say will change that. But don't stand here and act like it's simple.
[anger meets anger; Hinata's doesn't bend, his hands remaining clenched at his sides, eyes narrowed and expression furious. sure, the CDC got what they wanted-- the CDC seemed to always get what they wanted at the end- it'd been a lesson necessary in its pointlessness, something he'd learned to acknowledge without acceptance.]
[mouth opens around if that's not enough for you -]
[- and snaps closed as the last line pulls him out of his single-minded frustration and sticks his feet a little more on the ground. not spectacularly. the anger doesn't disappear, only dissipate, and even then, only a touch. any attention they get from passer-bys goes right over his head.]
It's not-- that's not-- [except it sort of was. shuffling a step back, head lowering.]
Your explanation was plenty. [the due thank you can't make it out of his throat.] That's all you had to answer.
[so maybe it would be best to go. he can't really force himself to make the first step, either.]
I didn't have to answer anything. [The only person he ever really had to answer to in all this was Pilot.] I just thought that if someone cared to ask, they deserved the truth.
If you're finished.
[A dismissal. If Hinata doesn't want to be the first to leave, Anders is happy to do the honors for him. He steps around and past him, back towards the open brightness of the main street.
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[Fear. Brutality. An understanding of how heavy the hand of the organization is against their backs of their necks.]
But it didn't have to be him. It could have been me. I have to live with that, and so does he. [His volume has dipped, an active attempt to reduce attention from passersby. It might be pointless now.] If that's not enough for you— then it isn't enough. Nothing I say will change that. But don't stand here and act like it's simple.
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[mouth opens around if that's not enough for you -]
[- and snaps closed as the last line pulls him out of his single-minded frustration and sticks his feet a little more on the ground. not spectacularly. the anger doesn't disappear, only dissipate, and even then, only a touch. any attention they get from passer-bys goes right over his head.]
It's not-- that's not-- [except it sort of was. shuffling a step back, head lowering.]
Your explanation was plenty. [the due thank you can't make it out of his throat.] That's all you had to answer.
[so maybe it would be best to go. he can't really force himself to make the first step, either.]
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If you're finished.
[A dismissal. If Hinata doesn't want to be the first to leave, Anders is happy to do the honors for him. He steps around and past him, back towards the open brightness of the main street.
He doesn't look back.]