| [Jun. 13th, 2009|06:22 pm] |
Questions and answers--a stumbling account of everyday brutality.
As Genma spoke, some of the tension in Hiro's shoulders finally relaxed infinitesimally. This he was familiar with. This he could do.
Brutal as it was, it was routine.
"Their bodies were recovered, and returned to their families." He related the facts in a newscaster's voice; gentle, but distant and unattached. This room didn't need any more emotion. "The team recovered their tags, too, in the bunker along with your things. Your equipment is being held at Intel right now, but I can have it brought over if you want to see it."
He paused. Should he, or not? Raidou might not appreciate it, coming from him, but--
"Your tags. I have them here, if you want." Slowly, he pulled them out of a pocket of his uniform.
He hadn't given them back earlier because Genma had been unconscious and Raidou had been irrational, but maybe it would help. Certainly, in the discussion to come, they'd need something from the present to hold on to.
Though--don't think about them separately--at least they had each other. |
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