"You couldn't even fool your own father with that," Whistler spat back.
He took a step forward towards Rhiannon, attempted to speak but instead sighed, turned and walked back three steps. Whistler then pivoted and took another step. He raised a finger at her.
"You think you're so fuckin' tough. That nothin' gets through your armor. Been doin' shit on your own for so long, no Watchers, no nothin'. Don't need help." He gook another drag of his cigarette. "And that's the exact thing you shouldn't be doin'. You think I can't smell the Were on you? That I can't already see the dark edges? You've been flounderin' since you hit Nevada, but are too scared to fuckin' admit it. You'll take any comfort to keep you from screamin' your head off."
The Agent looked up to the night sky. The one good thing about Searchlight was that you could see the stars at night. "They say you're important. But you know what? I don't need 'em to tell me that. I know it.
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on 2013-10-03 08:41 pm (UTC)He took a step forward towards Rhiannon, attempted to speak but instead sighed, turned and walked back three steps. Whistler then pivoted and took another step. He raised a finger at her.
"You think you're so fuckin' tough. That nothin' gets through your armor. Been doin' shit on your own for so long, no Watchers, no nothin'. Don't need help." He gook another drag of his cigarette. "And that's the exact thing you shouldn't be doin'. You think I can't smell the Were on you? That I can't already see the dark edges? You've been flounderin' since you hit Nevada, but are too scared to fuckin' admit it. You'll take any comfort to keep you from screamin' your head off."
The Agent looked up to the night sky. The one good thing about Searchlight was that you could see the stars at night. "They say you're important. But you know what? I don't need 'em to tell me that. I know it.
"It's a shame you don't."