11-10-2014, 10:37 AM
Recruitment....the word hung in the air. So Ascendancy was collecting people like them. That presented new challenges. And opportunities, if he was careful.
"Andre is...naive. Idealistic."
He shook his head, letting his irritation show. "He's far too trusting. He's older than me, but in many ways, I was the one who protected him, who looked out for him. He didn't learn the lessons I did."
Marcus couldn't help but smile sadly at the image of his brother, eyes bright, listening to Ms. Swerlin, cookie and glass of milk still in hand, smiling. Her smile was sweet as she went over the code. The god-damn code! Andre had learned that night, what breaking the code meant. Marcus had seethed with rage at seeing his brother locked in the bathroom.
A long time ago. But Andre always hoped, always believed the promises. It made him sad, the sweet and simple trust and naivete he never lost. The world screwed over people like that. It wasn't fair- but life wasn't fair. He shrugged. "He might be amenable. It all depends on how it's presented. He still believes the American propaganda after all."
A part of him dreaded the thought of contacting Andre. Talking to Andre- or even thinking about him- brought up a lot of....things that Marcus didn't like to dwell on. Another time, when he was weak, when he had no control. But he would do what he had to.
"Andre is...naive. Idealistic."
He shook his head, letting his irritation show. "He's far too trusting. He's older than me, but in many ways, I was the one who protected him, who looked out for him. He didn't learn the lessons I did."
Marcus couldn't help but smile sadly at the image of his brother, eyes bright, listening to Ms. Swerlin, cookie and glass of milk still in hand, smiling. Her smile was sweet as she went over the code. The god-damn code! Andre had learned that night, what breaking the code meant. Marcus had seethed with rage at seeing his brother locked in the bathroom.
A long time ago. But Andre always hoped, always believed the promises. It made him sad, the sweet and simple trust and naivete he never lost. The world screwed over people like that. It wasn't fair- but life wasn't fair. He shrugged. "He might be amenable. It all depends on how it's presented. He still believes the American propaganda after all."
A part of him dreaded the thought of contacting Andre. Talking to Andre- or even thinking about him- brought up a lot of....things that Marcus didn't like to dwell on. Another time, when he was weak, when he had no control. But he would do what he had to.