Firo doesn’t know that, actually, and has always tried to keep his distance of the Peacekeepers. He doesn’t want them right at his back if he happens to find himself faltering over offing a rebel again. The look of confusion on his face fades with the explanation, though he's not exactly pleased with it.
Firo starts when Roland grabs his arm--that sudden intensity is a bit disconcerting when it's aimed at you. But a heartbeat later he squares his shoulders and straightens up, getting as in Roland's face as he can. This is no time to be on the defensive, though he doesn't intend the gesture to be hostile--just firm. “That depends. Where’re you gonna be?”
Something fishy is up. Firo doesn’t care that Roland may be stepping out of line—at least, not in the way the Peacekeepers or Capitol citizens would. But he does care about what ultimately happens to his friend, and he has a feeling that any 'different line' could be dangerous.
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Firo starts when Roland grabs his arm--that sudden intensity is a bit disconcerting when it's aimed at you. But a heartbeat later he squares his shoulders and straightens up, getting as in Roland's face as he can. This is no time to be on the defensive, though he doesn't intend the gesture to be hostile--just firm. “That depends. Where’re you gonna be?”
Something fishy is up. Firo doesn’t care that Roland may be stepping out of line—at least, not in the way the Peacekeepers or Capitol citizens would. But he does care about what ultimately happens to his friend, and he has a feeling that any 'different line' could be dangerous.