[ —he bids, his voice vibrant and colored with both gentle resonance and warmth as he welcomes Giovanni's presence with an elegant nod of head; a smile polite to the point of disarming. Dangerous, perhaps, to invite familiarity with one of the Cerberus Units (formality creates distance, distance fosters obedience), but Sion has always been dauntless, fond of non-compliance with Company standard regulation (where permissible), and Giovanni.... Giovanni is something of an old friend; a memoir aged, but not forgotten, its pages an ode to the days when they'd been partnered together, his cold pragmatism a complement to Giovanni's masked fervor.
No, it is not the first time they've been tasked with cleaning house together, and Sion suspects it will not be the last. Pardoned from undergoing interrogation himself, he would be a fool to think conducting one is not its own manner of test. Westerley's administrative director, where might his loyalties lie? Guided by a strong sense of justice, it is much to his preference to remain behind a desk; to have the opportunity to change what has always been broken in Company law to aid those most in need.
And now, he has been called upon to find justice for the attack on the Family Registry Bureau.
The door clicks shut behind Giovanni, and Sion proceeds to a paneling of one-way mirror, the subject on the other side already wilting beneath bright slats of light. ]
As it so happens, you will be joining me in paperwork for the day. We are here to conduct a thorough audit of this Sergeant's affairs.
[ And in the breadth of a moment, Sion turns dispassionate, defined only by the business at hand: ]
There is already evidence enough of their ties to the True Leithans. As such, garnering a confession is far from necessary; I only wish to unearth information regarding future attacks and possible accomplices.
no subject
[ —he bids, his voice vibrant and colored with both gentle resonance and warmth as he welcomes Giovanni's presence with an elegant nod of head; a smile polite to the point of disarming. Dangerous, perhaps, to invite familiarity with one of the Cerberus Units (formality creates distance, distance fosters obedience), but Sion has always been dauntless, fond of non-compliance with Company standard regulation (where permissible), and Giovanni.... Giovanni is something of an old friend; a memoir aged, but not forgotten, its pages an ode to the days when they'd been partnered together, his cold pragmatism a complement to Giovanni's masked fervor.
No, it is not the first time they've been tasked with cleaning house together, and Sion suspects it will not be the last. Pardoned from undergoing interrogation himself, he would be a fool to think conducting one is not its own manner of test. Westerley's administrative director, where might his loyalties lie? Guided by a strong sense of justice, it is much to his preference to remain behind a desk; to have the opportunity to change what has always been broken in Company law to aid those most in need.
And now, he has been called upon to find justice for the attack on the Family Registry Bureau.
The door clicks shut behind Giovanni, and Sion proceeds to a paneling of one-way mirror, the subject on the other side already wilting beneath bright slats of light. ]
As it so happens, you will be joining me in paperwork for the day. We are here to conduct a thorough audit of this Sergeant's affairs.
[ And in the breadth of a moment, Sion turns dispassionate, defined only by the business at hand: ]
There is already evidence enough of their ties to the True Leithans. As such, garnering a confession is far from necessary; I only wish to unearth information regarding future attacks and possible accomplices.