Re: Log: Faol R/Mai S
I'd been here about a year when we got shiny new passports. [Meaning the ones that came with the IDs issued from SHIELD. It was a long time to be sharing a brain with someone else, and for at least half that he'd been on house arrest with Bo. Bo. Christ. He scrubbed a hand through the short, auburn spikes of his hair. No looking back. If Bo wasn't here, then maybe he was back in Vegas, free of this crazy shit. Lounging at the palace, sipping on his beer while he tanned his ass. It was a nice thought to have and Faol smiled, a wry, sad thing, before he turned his attention back to her.]
Do you know what happens when you see a thing for what it really is instead of what you want it to be? [Because he'd wanted to be doing the right thing once, then he came back, and he knew exactly what would happen if he'd gone like a kicked dog when the CIA came. Gabe's betrayal hadn't surprised, but he'd done the one thing he had a had a choice in and stabbed himself to go to the hospital before he got locked into some dank, dark cell in a place that didn't "exist" to rot out the rest of his days.] You learn to save yourself. Save the people that matter, teach them how to save themselves. Organizations can't be trusted, only people, and only once they've proven themselves. [There was a bitterness in his words that spoke of getting fucked over in the worst way possible.] So no, I don't believe. I've traded in believing for reality.