[Bill is nearly muttering the phrase 'Tch, this is what I get for working with Glamour.' when the stuttering shade's rambles catch his attention. He frowns, narrowing his gaze. Yes. He does recognize the kid now that they mentions it. As always with everything, it isn't a revelation as much as Bill feels he already knew it. He simply forgot. He forgets a lot of things lately, it seems.
The pieces click together. "i have reason to suspect foul play within my colleagues" He thinks back to the crumpled excuse of a map he so hastily stuffed into his pocket. Not one that led to a Resistance house- a personal one.
This call wasn't sanctioned by the Resistance at all, was it? For some reason, this person, personally, cared to...?
...Misplaced guilt, that's all it is. Bill is quick to decide- no he doesn't decide, he knows it. Selflessness doesn't exist, not for a wretch like him. People could fool themselves into thinking they did things for the good of others, but it only ever boiled down to self entitlement in the end. An ego trip. A way to soften someone up to gain something from them later.
The thought is dismissed as quick as it arrives, even quicker than the annoying twist in his gut that results from it. Maybe he swallowed some gasoline.]
"WON'T NEED IT."
[Luck, like everything in this world, could be manipulated. Bill glances ahead, striking a match, and swallowing down some resolve. The Cheshire grin works its way back onto his face all too easily as he drops it and he salutes the monitor as flames lick up its sides.]
"Thanks for the TIP OFF, Kid. Tell GLAMOUR, I'll be in for a VISIT sometime~"
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The pieces click together. "i have reason to suspect foul play within my colleagues" He thinks back to the crumpled excuse of a map he so hastily stuffed into his pocket. Not one that led to a Resistance house- a personal one.
This call wasn't sanctioned by the Resistance at all, was it? For some reason, this person, personally, cared to...?
...Misplaced guilt, that's all it is. Bill is quick to decide- no he doesn't decide, he knows it. Selflessness doesn't exist, not for a wretch like him. People could fool themselves into thinking they did things for the good of others, but it only ever boiled down to self entitlement in the end. An ego trip. A way to soften someone up to gain something from them later.
The thought is dismissed as quick as it arrives, even quicker than the annoying twist in his gut that results from it. Maybe he swallowed some gasoline.]
"WON'T NEED IT."
[Luck, like everything in this world, could be manipulated. Bill glances ahead, striking a match, and swallowing down some resolve. The Cheshire grin works its way back onto his face all too easily as he drops it and he salutes the monitor as flames lick up its sides.]
"Thanks for the TIP OFF, Kid. Tell GLAMOUR, I'll be in for a VISIT sometime~"