We've all done things, most we are not proud of, still, some of those things we continue to do and most justify it by calling it a job. Killing people is also a job but, to what end?
I looked at the far end to confirm if someone was there but all the lights were turned off so it's hard to say but I can feel his presence. Enough with the silence Trust, how long have you been there? I asked.
Not long, he finally said.
Are you always this sneaky?
I don't like people knowing my movement, call it what you want. I see you have trust issues.
I only just met you, why on earth will I trust you? I asked.
That should have hurt my feelings but...it did not, I wasn't talking about me, you choose to study those files knowing you will fall asleep in the process, avoiding someone are you?
I like you better when you didn't speak. I said.
