[ He's barely even left the room when a hand reaches into his belt at the back of his hips, pulling out the shank he'd flashed at Nick for comedy earlier, now being much less casual with it. The blade flips more sharply around his hand, something like a nervous tick, but an overeager one. The kind you see before stepping into an arena. ]
It's not a mistake. It's never a fucking mistake.
[ 'Ingress malfunction'. Sure. The Houses always prettied things up in any official documentation - to the authorities, to the press, to the other Mice being brought in and told they'd be taken care of. His fathers death, in the newspaper obituary, read as an unfortunate accident. The wrong place at the wrong time. We all know how shady the Fifth Ward streets can be at night. Son still not to be found, authorities assumed he ran away, another orphan on the streets. How sad. Maybe Hapsburg will pick him up out of the generosity in their hearts and give him a place to stay. Muscles in his jaw work, and his teeth grind, feeling an annoying ache in his chest as panic rises with each passing moment. ]
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It's not a mistake. It's never a fucking mistake.
[ 'Ingress malfunction'. Sure. The Houses always prettied things up in any official documentation - to the authorities, to the press, to the other Mice being brought in and told they'd be taken care of. His fathers death, in the newspaper obituary, read as an unfortunate accident. The wrong place at the wrong time. We all know how shady the Fifth Ward streets can be at night. Son still not to be found, authorities assumed he ran away, another orphan on the streets. How sad. Maybe Hapsburg will pick him up out of the generosity in their hearts and give him a place to stay. Muscles in his jaw work, and his teeth grind, feeling an annoying ache in his chest as panic rises with each passing moment. ]
Where's the captain's quarters?