The Casual Meeting - Printable Version

Filling his glass, Saerieve throws another disgruntled look at Rossi and says "Barely." then continues after taking a sip, "What does it tell you about your group when one of you tries to hire me to clean up a mess that's gotten out of hand, and less than a week later another one tries to hire me to kill the same person who tried the same earlier that week?"

"Sounds an awful much like the words of the same person you're trying to get me to kill... So wouldn't be so sure about things being that different now." then pouring himself another glass, he continues, "The only time the 101st were moving toward any direction even remotely in line with what they thought they should be was when Jameson was in charge. Nothing good's come out of your group since and haven't seen anything that shows ever will. Only good thing you group has done since Jameson was making sure some random group of hypocrites like the Lance don't get behind the wheel."

"You sure think too much of yourself, but you're not wrong either... and then again, who doesn't." Closing his eyes and rubbing his forehead for a few seconds, trying to collect his thoughts, he continues, "People are horrified of the truth. That's their problem. They don't just hide it, they try to run away from it, and even if that works in their own head, doesn't work well in the outside world - the real world. No group out there's what they claim to be anymore, because no group out there's admitting the truth anymore. They just see themselves the way they'd want to be seen, rather than the way they're actually seen, and people like that Zito... They're so used to the pretty lies they tell themselves that they fail to see the truth of no fault of their own, and simply because they've become blind it." Pushing his glass aside with the back of his hand, he grabs the bottle and starts drinking again as he continues, "And frankly, it doesn't take much. All it needs is having the guts to admit the truth, even if only to yourself, but seems that's too hard for too many people."

Deciding he's had already more than enough to drink, Saerieve pushes the bottle aside, "Unfortunately..." pulling the Cardamine inhaler out of his pocket again and putting it on, he continues, "We don't live in a black and white world, so opposing the wrong is not always right. You seem to have realized the direction your group has been facing was not one deserving support, but there'd be no way to tell whether the new direction you've intended to take would turn out any better." Then pausing for a few seconds to carefully study the expression on the man's face, he continues, "I've already sacrificed three years of my life for a group who were under that very same false impression; A mistake I won't be repeating twice." then pulling up his sleeve, reveals a Blood Dragons tattoo covering a linear wound on his wrist, and adds, "Sure I'm damn tired of this wandering, and sure it's justified for you to take your chances with your Ghosts cause that's where you belong, but what makes you think same would in any sane way go for me?"