It probably helped, having the Scarecrow's gentle trust to temper the Maximal's own flat cynicism; if he'd been by himself, Depth Charge had to admit, he'd have been monitoring himself and his words to the point of infuriating himself. Oh, he was still tense, but perhaps not quite in the way he might have been. Anyway. Tension did terrible things to him.
But he wasn't the only one whose nerves were playing up, and realised he shouldn't have been so surprised when he finally picked up on the anxiety underpinning Rosemarie's answers. Of course she was nervous. She was supposed to deliver information from the databanks of Aguilar's army. It was only with her last comment, though, that he truly understood what they were doing here. Her Monet fanatic... he was in the military. And if they wanted his name, that meant he was probably some kind of plant himself or something- which meant that there was a chance that they were simply fishing for a name to put on the death warrant.
The worst part dawned on him a nanoklik later. Looked like Rosemarie knew him personally- and thinking about it like that, with the perspective flipped, made Depth Charge sick to his stomach. But what could they do now? It was so sneaky- so underhanded- so-
Typical. It was slagging typical.
At least he didn't have to dredge up an appropriately sober expression. "I don't doubt." Does Monet boy have a name? was how he would have finished it. Instead, he said, "We all do things for some 'greater good' that we'd sooner forget."
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But he wasn't the only one whose nerves were playing up, and realised he shouldn't have been so surprised when he finally picked up on the anxiety underpinning Rosemarie's answers. Of course she was nervous. She was supposed to deliver information from the databanks of Aguilar's army. It was only with her last comment, though, that he truly understood what they were doing here. Her Monet fanatic... he was in the military. And if they wanted his name, that meant he was probably some kind of plant himself or something- which meant that there was a chance that they were simply fishing for a name to put on the death warrant.
The worst part dawned on him a nanoklik later. Looked like Rosemarie knew him personally- and thinking about it like that, with the perspective flipped, made Depth Charge sick to his stomach. But what could they do now? It was so sneaky- so underhanded- so-
Typical. It was slagging typical.
At least he didn't have to dredge up an appropriately sober expression. "I don't doubt." Does Monet boy have a name? was how he would have finished it. Instead, he said, "We all do things for some 'greater good' that we'd sooner forget."