Oh, don't do that. Don't- goddamn it. This would have gone much quicker and much smoother if the gag stayed on but, no, that'd be too easy, wouldn't it? It wouldn't be hard to end the game right now, just a shot to the medulla oblongata and the man's out of his misery and Seb's good to go. Now he's going to be expected to perform, to see how he handles killing people he knows while they talk to him. Plead. Beg. Is Sebastian Moran a man with sentiments, easy to break? Will he falter with a shot if it's a familiar face? Does he pride his job or his friends most? A dozen interview questions packed into a single scenario, and his actions will answer every one of them.
Well, at least this was the sort of interview he could do.
"Shut up, Gray." The words are militaristic sharp, commanding, needing half a second to think this out, running a hand over his hair to the back of his neck. Breathing techniques were the saving grace of him so he takes a single measured, slow breath. It's like taking aim, holding his breath with his lungs empty, measuring his heart beat for a second, and- it's a kill shot, leaves Moran cool, detached, and thinking clear. He spares a glance back at Jim, almost bored before looking back at Will, shoving him back down in the chair and holding him there. "Did you talk? No, shut the fuck up, did. you. talk?"
He had accepted no weakness in the military. A weak link in the chain would become a problem in the future. Could cause fatalities if left in the circuit when it finally breaks. No, better to compromise a potential problem before it has the ability to prove it could become a deadly one. Not exactly a condoned method of handling his own people, but there were several reason he no longer held position in the military. To think an old army friend has become a liability is incredibly disappointing, but he's not going to compromise his own standards for one man, not when it came to something as critical as keeping information. Although Sebastian had picked up some tricks of his own on making people talk, he kept one simple rule. You. NEVER. break.
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Well, at least this was the sort of interview he could do.
"Shut up, Gray." The words are militaristic sharp, commanding, needing half a second to think this out, running a hand over his hair to the back of his neck. Breathing techniques were the saving grace of him so he takes a single measured, slow breath. It's like taking aim, holding his breath with his lungs empty, measuring his heart beat for a second, and- it's a kill shot, leaves Moran cool, detached, and thinking clear. He spares a glance back at Jim, almost bored before looking back at Will, shoving him back down in the chair and holding him there. "Did you talk? No, shut the fuck up, did. you. talk?"
He had accepted no weakness in the military. A weak link in the chain would become a problem in the future. Could cause fatalities if left in the circuit when it finally breaks. No, better to compromise a potential problem before it has the ability to prove it could become a deadly one. Not exactly a condoned method of handling his own people, but there were several reason he no longer held position in the military. To think an old army friend has become a liability is incredibly disappointing, but he's not going to compromise his own standards for one man, not when it came to something as critical as keeping information. Although Sebastian had picked up some tricks of his own on making people talk, he kept one simple rule. You. NEVER. break.