Carver's quiet for a long time. The thing is, Pope's never lied to him. Not once. He and Mancea were the only officers who never tried to sugarcoat things in the Valley. Not once. They told the truth and they took care of their people and sometimes they sent their boys and girls out to die. It's the way of it. And Carver doesn't want to die, not really, not like this.
It's going to hurt, he knows. Surviving always does.
Quietly, he curls his hand around Pope's knee. "They're gonna make you fuck me again," he says, very quietly. "Try and play us against each other. They gotta, right? It's the..."
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Date: 2024-06-11 12:54 am (UTC)It's going to hurt, he knows. Surviving always does.
Quietly, he curls his hand around Pope's knee. "They're gonna make you fuck me again," he says, very quietly. "Try and play us against each other. They gotta, right? It's the..."
He swallows, trying to focus on his training.
"The obvious angle."