( he listens to lucina's questions without fixing his gaze on her. it helps where, like reese and like soldier, lucina doesn't question marc in a way that implies there's something disagreeable about his approach. he knows quite well that his judgement isn't always sound, that he needs people to remind him of where lines lay and when he's about to cross them, but the benefit of moon knight is that his lines are quite different to almost everyone else's. he's afforded himself that much. )
Moon Knight has a reputation, ( he answers first. it doesn't seem to occur to him that he hasn't mentioned who moon knight is — or, if it has, he seems to think lucina will guess he's referring ostensibly to himself. ) A mission.
( it's at that, that his gaze does flicker up to meet hers. it's fleeting, punctuated by a mouthful of coffee. he knows he'd mentioned khonshu, but he hadn't exactly explained anything beyond that and, instead of continuing, he stands and makes his way to the window. panorama isn't new york and it's not chicago. it's nowhere he knows, but it manages to be familiar in texture and feel, and he hasn't managed to reach a conclusion on whether that's a good thing or not. )
I told you, Khonshu protects the night's travellers. ( it's said to the reflection of lucina in the glass, his gaze raised enough to be able to watch the few details that are mirrored. ) And for that, he needs a fist.
( it lingers, not quite awkwardly, but for long enough that's clear that marc's thinking about how to continue, how to actually give an answer to her question.
abruptly, then— )
—Marc Spector owes more than one debt. The one I owe to Khonshu came long before whatever Yom Crook thinks he's owed, and none of what's to be paid has changed just because I'm here. ( is what he settles on, turning back to her. (NAILED IT.) (don't mind the fact that it's all questionable as far as answering the questions lucina's actually posed — marc thinks they're answers enough.)
that apparently done, with barely a breath of a pause for lucina to interject, he follows up with, ) There's nothing to be found here. ( or, nothing he can do anything with, anyway. ) If they took the bowling ball from the alley next door, someone there will be able to give more information. ( beat. hmm. ) Unless they've been asked not to.
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Moon Knight has a reputation, ( he answers first. it doesn't seem to occur to him that he hasn't mentioned who moon knight is — or, if it has, he seems to think lucina will guess he's referring ostensibly to himself. ) A mission.
( it's at that, that his gaze does flicker up to meet hers. it's fleeting, punctuated by a mouthful of coffee. he knows he'd mentioned khonshu, but he hadn't exactly explained anything beyond that and, instead of continuing, he stands and makes his way to the window. panorama isn't new york and it's not chicago. it's nowhere he knows, but it manages to be familiar in texture and feel, and he hasn't managed to reach a conclusion on whether that's a good thing or not. )
I told you, Khonshu protects the night's travellers. ( it's said to the reflection of lucina in the glass, his gaze raised enough to be able to watch the few details that are mirrored. ) And for that, he needs a fist.
( it lingers, not quite awkwardly, but for long enough that's clear that marc's thinking about how to continue, how to actually give an answer to her question.
abruptly, then— )
—Marc Spector owes more than one debt. The one I owe to Khonshu came long before whatever Yom Crook thinks he's owed, and none of what's to be paid has changed just because I'm here. ( is what he settles on, turning back to her. (NAILED IT.) (don't mind the fact that it's all questionable as far as answering the questions lucina's actually posed — marc thinks they're answers enough.)
that apparently done, with barely a breath of a pause for lucina to interject, he follows up with, ) There's nothing to be found here. ( or, nothing he can do anything with, anyway. ) If they took the bowling ball from the alley next door, someone there will be able to give more information. ( beat. hmm. ) Unless they've been asked not to.