[Vane's desire to be useful has yet to come to fruition. Which means Takasugi's grievances with the man - and there are many (annoying voice, annoying stomach, annoying attitude... annoying hand...) - are completely unforgivable.
Should the man actually manage to help, his stance may change.
Or it might not.
The wood whines and snaps loudly enough to echo between the scant walls of the cabin. Audible from outside, even, Takasugi imagines. He kicks a splintered piece of floor aside, trajectory oddly close to Vane's fingers.
He takes the paper with a blank face, turning to sit on the bed and flip through the documents. Hardly secretive, the letters seem more like idle chatter than anything of use. But Takasugi pockets them anyway - he'll turn whatever they find into Cree regardless of its apparent relevance. The man's information network far outspans his own, after all.]
Whoever was here is going to be near by. [He rises, interrupting whatever search Vane has begun to endeavor.] Cree would rather have a body than a stack of papers.
there will be blood
Should the man actually manage to help, his stance may change.
Or it might not.
The wood whines and snaps loudly enough to echo between the scant walls of the cabin. Audible from outside, even, Takasugi imagines. He kicks a splintered piece of floor aside, trajectory oddly close to Vane's fingers.
He takes the paper with a blank face, turning to sit on the bed and flip through the documents. Hardly secretive, the letters seem more like idle chatter than anything of use. But Takasugi pockets them anyway - he'll turn whatever they find into Cree regardless of its apparent relevance. The man's information network far outspans his own, after all.]
Whoever was here is going to be near by. [He rises, interrupting whatever search Vane has begun to endeavor.] Cree would rather have a body than a stack of papers.
[A body. By which he means a corpse.]