[the shame and remorse on his face are writ so large that they may as well be a billboard. he's not proud of this, or any of what's about to follow.]
I started having incidents where I would black out. Not often. One about a week after... then another a month or so after that ... my company was losing the contractor's confidence. Our competitor suffered sabotage and losses ... which I now realize I was the cause of. At the time, I had no clue. Quest Aerospace - that was the other company - reached out to the Oscorp board of directors and negotiated a sale. Of my company to theirs. They told me at the board meeting... and demanded my resignation. I was furious ... but I went home to lick my wounds.
[he shakes his head, glancing around the office, using whatever decor Marco has chosen as a distraction so he won't have to find any more memories floating up. enough have found him in nightmares since arriving in Ryslig: tattered helium balloons, the whine of hydraulics, a body being reduced to ash and bone in a chemical blast]
I blacked out a few days later and woke to find an article in the newspaper: my board had been killed by an unknown assailant wearing equipment stolen from our R&D. ... That was the first time I actually heard his voice. Spoke to him...
[he hesitates. he doesn't want to speak the name here, in case it's true names really do have power]
no subject
[the shame and remorse on his face are writ so large that they may as well be a billboard. he's not proud of this, or any of what's about to follow.]
I started having incidents where I would black out. Not often. One about a week after... then another a month or so after that ... my company was losing the contractor's confidence. Our competitor suffered sabotage and losses ... which I now realize I was the cause of. At the time, I had no clue. Quest Aerospace - that was the other company - reached out to the Oscorp board of directors and negotiated a sale. Of my company to theirs. They told me at the board meeting... and demanded my resignation. I was furious ... but I went home to lick my wounds.
[he shakes his head, glancing around the office, using whatever decor Marco has chosen as a distraction so he won't have to find any more memories floating up. enough have found him in nightmares since arriving in Ryslig: tattered helium balloons, the whine of hydraulics, a body being reduced to ash and bone in a chemical blast]
I blacked out a few days later and woke to find an article in the newspaper: my board had been killed by an unknown assailant wearing equipment stolen from our R&D. ... That was the first time I actually heard his voice. Spoke to him...
[he hesitates. he doesn't want to speak the name here, in case it's true names really do have power]
... the Goblin.