[ He snorts at that. About as close to laughter as he feels like getting right now. Maybe God loves Root and maybe He doesn't, but she'll be a dangerous enemy if it turns that way. In the end, he can see why Shaw had to circle her. There's a force to her, a clarity of purpose.
A rare thing, that. It reminds him of Pope's better days.
He follows silently, hands loose at his sides as she begins looking through her dresser. He's cleaned in here; he searched through everything that Shaw didn't take, of course. It was the practical move. He didn't take any of it for himself. ]
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A rare thing, that. It reminds him of Pope's better days.
He follows silently, hands loose at his sides as she begins looking through her dresser. He's cleaned in here; he searched through everything that Shaw didn't take, of course. It was the practical move. He didn't take any of it for himself. ]
She's got your shit. Like I said.