That's it, [Marco echoes in turn, the weight of his voice so tangible that he's nearly recovered his center of balance.
... The way Javert seems almost cowed by a roomba also helps, he has to admit. It even factors, to an extent, into Marco's decision to volunteer the information he's requesting now - Javert already has names, and it seems his investigation is ruled by logic, albeit misguided, rather than fanaticism.
There should be no harm in telling him this.]
Saint-Germain and Kaito, respectively. Kaito is... I'm not sure if he's... alive, yet. You may have to wait to talk to him.
I can wait, [Javert remarks, calmly and coldly. He straightens the lapels of his coat, smooths down any wrinkles that might have occurred with the cold, damp influx of Fog. He steps carefully back to the door, giving the room a final sweep for anything obviously suspicious.
Upon finding nothing, he says,]
Thank you, Evangelisti. You have been most cooperative. That will be all, unless the accounts from the rest of the team give me cause to return. I will leave you and your husband to your evening, then. Ah... Do send him my regards, will you? He is a decent enough snake.
[He tips his hat curtly and pries open the door, ready to disappear into the thinly-fogged night.]
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... The way Javert seems almost cowed by a roomba also helps, he has to admit. It even factors, to an extent, into Marco's decision to volunteer the information he's requesting now - Javert already has names, and it seems his investigation is ruled by logic, albeit misguided, rather than fanaticism.
There should be no harm in telling him this.]
Saint-Germain and Kaito, respectively. Kaito is... I'm not sure if he's... alive, yet. You may have to wait to talk to him.
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Upon finding nothing, he says,]
Thank you, Evangelisti. You have been most cooperative. That will be all, unless the accounts from the rest of the team give me cause to return. I will leave you and your husband to your evening, then. Ah... Do send him my regards, will you? He is a decent enough snake.
[He tips his hat curtly and pries open the door, ready to disappear into the thinly-fogged night.]