[Breq bites the inside of her cheek before she can say more, momentarily overwhelmed by the urge to say-- something. She hadn't expected to want to tell anyone here, when everyone was strangers who had no idea and no reason to care who, or what, she was, and what she had done.
Maybe it's the elusive hint that someone here would understand everything she's done and why she did it, why she had to tear down an empire that her bloodied hands helped to build piece by piece. She looks over at Tony and that armor, wonders what it could do in the wrong hands, then looks away.
She can't afford the emotion now. There's cultists to subdue. So she clears her throat and gestures them onwards.]
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[Breq bites the inside of her cheek before she can say more, momentarily overwhelmed by the urge to say-- something. She hadn't expected to want to tell anyone here, when everyone was strangers who had no idea and no reason to care who, or what, she was, and what she had done.
Maybe it's the elusive hint that someone here would understand everything she's done and why she did it, why she had to tear down an empire that her bloodied hands helped to build piece by piece. She looks over at Tony and that armor, wonders what it could do in the wrong hands, then looks away.
She can't afford the emotion now. There's cultists to subdue. So she clears her throat and gestures them onwards.]
Let's finish the patrol.