I don't mind complicated, Wes responds simply. Maybe it hasn't always been true, but certainly the man's own life has been something of a complication. He's always known that there's plenty he's not aware of, but since arriving in this place that has been made even more abundantly clear. Meeting witches and mutants and people from other worlds entirely has been quite a complication, so whatever Blake means by "dramatic," he's sure that he can stomach it.
What Wes is less certain of is what his friend must think it'll change between them. Surely something major, for him to have kept it a secret all this time. Who was Blake trying to protect by retreating in the way that he has, and from what? Wes continues the man's trim uninterrupted for a few moments, letting the silence stretch to the point of wondering if what he's shared so far will really be sufficient.
After a time, he lays down his scissors to check his progress. So you gave up being a cop even before you were taken?
Blake nods at the question, his mind briefly wandering as he reflects back on what's now so many years behind him. It seems so far away, and yet the hurt he had felt as his perception of the world had been shattered still makes his chest ache even to this day.
Corruption was everywhere. The line between the good guys and the bad guys was blurred more than ever. Even the people I looked up to were guilty.
Frowning, Blake can't help the shadow that crosses his features at the memory of Bane tearing the roof off the building that held gently Blake's expectations. The light that had flooded in showed him that even the incorruptible — the people who risked everything (including themselves) for the greater good — could twist a perspective to suit their own means.
As a cop, I could only do so much, he signs, and boy does it hurt even now to admit as much. Then again, the world was never black and white and some small measure of success shouldn't have been able to convince him otherwise after everything he'd live through. That was his mistake, and one he intends to never make again.
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What Wes is less certain of is what his friend must think it'll change between them. Surely something major, for him to have kept it a secret all this time. Who was Blake trying to protect by retreating in the way that he has, and from what? Wes continues the man's trim uninterrupted for a few moments, letting the silence stretch to the point of wondering if what he's shared so far will really be sufficient.
After a time, he lays down his scissors to check his progress. So you gave up being a cop even before you were taken?
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Corruption was everywhere. The line between the good guys and the bad guys was blurred more than ever. Even the people I looked up to were guilty.
Frowning, Blake can't help the shadow that crosses his features at the memory of Bane tearing the roof off the building that held gently Blake's expectations. The light that had flooded in showed him that even the incorruptible — the people who risked everything (including themselves) for the greater good — could twist a perspective to suit their own means.
As a cop, I could only do so much, he signs, and boy does it hurt even now to admit as much. Then again, the world was never black and white and some small measure of success shouldn't have been able to convince him otherwise after everything he'd live through. That was his mistake, and one he intends to never make again.