[ he knows newt deserves some kind of warning, especially with kirigan so frequently present, still as much a part of their mission whether kovacs wants him around or not. whether kovacs convinced the man to step down from trying to kill him on that day or not, it's not a guarantee for long term protection.
and he knows he won't necessarily always be ready at newt's side to protect him. if any sliver of doubt rises up in kirigan again, he could go for a second chance any day. ]
we can take care of that when this job's done right now his head's on the mission and i've got him covered
[ but he knows alina's right. whether it's the full truth or not, newt has to be warned. ]
when we get back we'll find something to tell him i promise
[ she stalls at that single word. promise. it's the empty nature of every vow she's been offered, lately, out of the mouths of traitors and liars that makes it seem less credible. a method of swatting her away like a buzzing fly circling him.
but she'd come to kovacs, out of anyone among their ranks, for a reason. letting her trust wobble now is no better than swinging blindly out of fear, afraid of her own inability to distinguish an ally from an enemy. so she forces herself to nod along despite the impatient pinch in her chest, on the corners of her mouth — and then quickly remembers he can't see her reluctant agreement. ]
i'm going to hold you to that
see you once this is over good luck. i think we're all going to need it
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and he knows he won't necessarily always be ready at newt's side to protect him. if any sliver of doubt rises up in kirigan again, he could go for a second chance any day. ]
we can take care of that when this job's done
right now his head's on the mission and i've got him covered
[ but he knows alina's right. whether it's the full truth or not, newt has to be warned. ]
when we get back
we'll find something to tell him
i promise
no subject
but she'd come to kovacs, out of anyone among their ranks, for a reason. letting her trust wobble now is no better than swinging blindly out of fear, afraid of her own inability to distinguish an ally from an enemy. so she forces herself to nod along despite the impatient pinch in her chest, on the corners of her mouth — and then quickly remembers he can't see her reluctant agreement. ]
i'm going to hold you to that
see you once this is over
good luck. i think we're all going to need it