Firo's eyes stay straight ahead, fixed on Roland, but there's a fleeting moment where his breath catches in his throat. In the very back of his mind, Firo notes that hand and just how damn lucky he is--maybe this is another sign that they're on the right path. Or a sign of how close they are to veering off the edge. From their past encounters, Firo'd had the impression that Roland's reflexes were always impeccable but that his control over said reflexes wasn't quite perfect in this mental state.
He doesn't flinch when Roland moves again, determined to take whatever he's dishing out. He doesn't even worry about the increased proximity; he only hopes that Roland knows what he's doing and it'll somehow make Firo's words travel faster and louder than those other memories.
"I will. Come on, I swear to you, wherever the hell you think you are, I couldn't be there. I'm not from your world. But I'm here. With you. Do you need me to tell you something I didn't say before?" Like last time? Will Roland even hear all this? Firo doesn't know, but he keeps talking.
No time to think. No time to look back over their conversations and see what's been said and what hasn't. The easiest way--made easy only by the sense of urgency--is to reach into that area he doesn't often talk about. "Maiza Avaro--you remind me of him. He's smarter than the rest of us and he always tries to keep me outta trouble back home. None of the other associates knew it, but he's deadly too. With a knife mostly, instead of a gun, but I bet you could still carve somebody up good, huh? He's the one I fought for my initiation--I know I told you about it, but I didn't tell you who it was, right? I never knew he was so tough before that, but I found out."
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He doesn't flinch when Roland moves again, determined to take whatever he's dishing out. He doesn't even worry about the increased proximity; he only hopes that Roland knows what he's doing and it'll somehow make Firo's words travel faster and louder than those other memories.
"I will. Come on, I swear to you, wherever the hell you think you are, I couldn't be there. I'm not from your world. But I'm here. With you. Do you need me to tell you something I didn't say before?" Like last time? Will Roland even hear all this? Firo doesn't know, but he keeps talking.
No time to think. No time to look back over their conversations and see what's been said and what hasn't. The easiest way--made easy only by the sense of urgency--is to reach into that area he doesn't often talk about. "Maiza Avaro--you remind me of him. He's smarter than the rest of us and he always tries to keep me outta trouble back home. None of the other associates knew it, but he's deadly too. With a knife mostly, instead of a gun, but I bet you could still carve somebody up good, huh? He's the one I fought for my initiation--I know I told you about it, but I didn't tell you who it was, right? I never knew he was so tough before that, but I found out."