[ He hears Cassandra's footsteps as she approaches, but doesn't make much move to acknowledge them. He looks up into, tilts his head at the violently dancing colours. They're different and yet the same every time. There's some peace in that.
He looks over at her as she speaks, content to let the moment change at her direction. ]
Yeah.
[ Kind of a fun one. The dull routine of patrol can be soothing, like watching a storm. But when something actually ends up happening - when lightning flashes, when someone tries to run - that's when it makes the routine worth it. It can be disrupted; he can feel the blood pumping, alive. ]
You didn't have a bad one, yourself.
[ Maybe not on his level, but it's not like it's a competition. ]
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He looks over at her as she speaks, content to let the moment change at her direction. ]
Yeah.
[ Kind of a fun one. The dull routine of patrol can be soothing, like watching a storm. But when something actually ends up happening - when lightning flashes, when someone tries to run - that's when it makes the routine worth it. It can be disrupted; he can feel the blood pumping, alive. ]
You didn't have a bad one, yourself.
[ Maybe not on his level, but it's not like it's a competition. ]