[It's difficult to say that his interest is renewed when it hasn't waned to begin with- but there are more variables to consider now. Not just where the church is concerned. Parker seems to recognize the additional weight as an afterthought, not because he begins to show considerable strain or because his grip becomes unwieldy. Bruce remembers what it was like when he first started to train- the shaking, the sweat, the numbness and the clumsy slide of his fingers, the awareness of his muscles. And there is no sign of any of it here.
Stronger than he looks is an understatement.
Villanelle touches the edge of the shape with the toe of her shoe and Bruce can admit she vocalizes many of the same questions he's turning over. But among them too is who painted this, and why? It's natural to want for a motive and he can recognize the kneejerk desire for one within himself, but experience has taught him that nothing easy lies in that direction. People do strange and even horrible things to each other all the time, for no reason at all. Better the how than the why just yet. How gives them something to control for.
Bruce reaches wordlessly into his pocket and withdraws the piece of paper he'd found earlier, we're all going to die, letting it hover in the air for the first hand to take it.]
This was inside one of the bibles.
[His head turns, towards Villanelle, but his face remains angled towards the floor, to the sound of pacing. Before he crosses to look once again, to see if the trapdoor is still absent.]
You didn't get any of that tar on your skin, did you?
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Stronger than he looks is an understatement.
Villanelle touches the edge of the shape with the toe of her shoe and Bruce can admit she vocalizes many of the same questions he's turning over. But among them too is who painted this, and why? It's natural to want for a motive and he can recognize the kneejerk desire for one within himself, but experience has taught him that nothing easy lies in that direction. People do strange and even horrible things to each other all the time, for no reason at all. Better the how than the why just yet. How gives them something to control for.
Bruce reaches wordlessly into his pocket and withdraws the piece of paper he'd found earlier, we're all going to die, letting it hover in the air for the first hand to take it.]
This was inside one of the bibles.
[His head turns, towards Villanelle, but his face remains angled towards the floor, to the sound of pacing. Before he crosses to look once again, to see if the trapdoor is still absent.]
You didn't get any of that tar on your skin, did you?