If it's of any consolation, he's probably feeling awkward himself, so not particularly fixating on the silences that stretch between them as they fast approach the hotel.
"She's--" A quiet sigh. "She was," as though that makes it more real. "A cop. One of the good ones. Cared about people, you know, not the... sitting in a cop car handing out speeding tickets type."
Diego, for all the things he excels in, has never been particularly good at caring about people. He's always out for blood. He wants justice. Vengeance. Doesn't make for a good cop. Doesn't make for... much of a person, really. Maybe he was always destined for donning on his own version of a cape and cowl going around beating people up.
"She was gonna wait for me," he hears himself murmur. If anyone's waiting now, they'll be waiting a long time.
"Five really brought a steaming pile of shit back to us," Diego growls without malice. He's not pissed off at Number Five, but of course he wishes things had worked out differently.
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"She's--" A quiet sigh. "She was," as though that makes it more real. "A cop. One of the good ones. Cared about people, you know, not the... sitting in a cop car handing out speeding tickets type."
Diego, for all the things he excels in, has never been particularly good at caring about people. He's always out for blood. He wants justice. Vengeance. Doesn't make for a good cop. Doesn't make for... much of a person, really. Maybe he was always destined for donning on his own version of a cape and cowl going around beating people up.
"She was gonna wait for me," he hears himself murmur. If anyone's waiting now, they'll be waiting a long time.
"Five really brought a steaming pile of shit back to us," Diego growls without malice. He's not pissed off at Number Five, but of course he wishes things had worked out differently.