[ … "Admirable". It might have been, were that which he wanted to protect not so too his reason for committing atrocities; for allowing himself to be the Company's marionette as he bloodied his hands first as an Enforcer, then Officer, now as Director of Westerley's administration. Sion Astal, who exists to protect, does so by taking lives (the Captain he'd been made to interrogate and to dispose of, leaving no trace of the man behind) as easily as he grants compassion (ease, on routine Visa checks; on leniency with Undocumented Westies), all with the hope that one day, he will be in the position to be just and to be bold, with influence enough elicit change within the Company itself before--...
War, it is a shadow of thought ever-present at the back of his mind, for tension has escalated and is still ever on the rise. It will not be much longer, he thinks, before the Nine take action to assert themselves as the law of the Quad, stabilizing conflict through a show of brute force and power.
But this, of course, he speaks nothing of, though suddenly, he seems distant, his smile inexplicably sad— ]
I am glad you think so. [ Lapis, she sees only the good in him. And for now, he'll do nothing to strip the veil from her eyes. (Sion Astal, you truly are the worst sort of man.) ] But ah, I wonder...
[ He huffs, pouting with a playful puff of his cheeks...!! ]
...how do you plan to compensate me for my lack of sleep?
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War, it is a shadow of thought ever-present at the back of his mind, for tension has escalated and is still ever on the rise. It will not be much longer, he thinks, before the Nine take action to assert themselves as the law of the Quad, stabilizing conflict through a show of brute force and power.
But this, of course, he speaks nothing of, though suddenly, he seems distant, his smile inexplicably sad— ]
I am glad you think so. [ Lapis, she sees only the good in him. And for now, he'll do nothing to strip the veil from her eyes. (Sion Astal, you truly are the worst sort of man.) ] But ah, I wonder...
[ He huffs, pouting with a playful puff of his cheeks...!! ]
...how do you plan to compensate me for my lack of sleep?