[He doesn't. Or perhaps it's more appropriate to say that he sees in part. Lin Kuei is not a phrase that leaps to his memory from mentions over the network and thus will require him to circle back, to reread and see what he might be able to glean. If anything. But even without the precise image of his organization, Bruce has encountered a trained school of assassins before. His training had not been lifelong but the experience had been- intimate. Had revealed troubling truths he'd been unwilling to acknowledge within himself. Had asked things of him that Bruce had been unwilling to surrender.
The shake of his head is small- not meek, but polite. Contained.]
I don't think I would be well suited to it. I'm not very good at following instruction.
[It is as good a place as any to excuse himself. He's imposed enough and can recognize that however subtle he may have been thus far, he has pried. They are strangers to one another and by extension there are no debts to be paid. But the question sits there within him, waiting for an answer. An answer that won't be found until Bruce puts the words to it.
He takes a small step to the side. It's a demonstrative gesture instead of a practical one, after all, he isn't blocking the exit. But perhaps it serves as a reminder that the doorway is there regardless. That he doesn't wish to force a reply- even if he's hoping for one. Bruce's head lifts at the last moment. He looks back.]
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[He doesn't. Or perhaps it's more appropriate to say that he sees in part. Lin Kuei is not a phrase that leaps to his memory from mentions over the network and thus will require him to circle back, to reread and see what he might be able to glean. If anything. But even without the precise image of his organization, Bruce has encountered a trained school of assassins before. His training had not been lifelong but the experience had been- intimate. Had revealed troubling truths he'd been unwilling to acknowledge within himself. Had asked things of him that Bruce had been unwilling to surrender.
The shake of his head is small- not meek, but polite.
Contained.]
I don't think I would be well suited to it.
I'm not very good at following instruction.
[It is as good a place as any to excuse himself. He's imposed enough and can recognize that however subtle he may have been thus far, he has pried. They are strangers to one another and by extension there are no debts to be paid. But the question sits there within him, waiting for an answer. An answer that won't be found until Bruce puts the words to it.
He takes a small step to the side. It's a demonstrative gesture instead of a practical one, after all, he isn't blocking the exit. But perhaps it serves as a reminder that the doorway is there regardless. That he doesn't wish to force a reply- even if he's hoping for one. Bruce's head lifts at the last moment. He looks back.]
Why aren't you? Lin Kuei.