Re: [quicklog: tethys - steve/matt]
[Matt was accustomed to moving in almost no light, tracking with the echoes of sound and feeling out space with the way his own breath reverberated against the walls. The pitch blackness didn't worry him, and at least the creatures moving in it made a hell of a lot of noise.
He was also more than capable of holding down a conversation while tracking for threats. That skill was somehow older than the others. That went way back to fighting and talking when he'd been very young, he was confident of that. Where? When?
Steve's question earned him a glance in the darkness. As Matt swung a third creature into a doorjam with his left arm, he realized with an odd sinking that he might not have put two and two together on this broad soldier and Cat.] Once. [The admission almost surprised him. But he was sure of it, now. He didn't remember it all, not by a longshot, but he could remember some of what he'd felt then, and he knew how harsh the punishment had been, and that said enough for him to fill in the gaps.] Long time ago. [They rounded a corner, eerily quiet this time.] You?