Of course I wasn't. [Black Hat hadn't been swept up in Daniel's ploy, spared the indignity of his entire existence being stripped from him and shoved into the shoes of a false life. Apart from that interjection, though, he remains silent, his gaze locked on Flug, listening intently to the recount.
An accountant? A number-pusher, solving financial woes of others? That's pathetic, even for Flug as a human. Black Hat almost finds it in himself to give the man a sympathetic and only slightly condescending head pat, as he certainly can see Flug in the roll of an accountant. Almost.
There's something akin to comforting in knowing that, even in a life as dull as the one he'd been assigned, Flug still fell to the wayside of society. Pretending to be a monster - he was always a monster of some variety, Black Hat wouldn't have hired him otherwise - it's ingenious, and the words make Black Hat visible relax, some tension leaving his primed posture.
Until Flug missteps. The sharpness is back in his eye in an instant.]
Virgil still married? [No, that's not right.] Who the hell is Florence?
[There's a snap in his voice.] We don't know a Florence.
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An accountant? A number-pusher, solving financial woes of others? That's pathetic, even for Flug as a human. Black Hat almost finds it in himself to give the man a sympathetic and only slightly condescending head pat, as he certainly can see Flug in the roll of an accountant. Almost.
There's something akin to comforting in knowing that, even in a life as dull as the one he'd been assigned, Flug still fell to the wayside of society. Pretending to be a monster - he was always a monster of some variety, Black Hat wouldn't have hired him otherwise - it's ingenious, and the words make Black Hat visible relax, some tension leaving his primed posture.
Until Flug missteps. The sharpness is back in his eye in an instant.]
Virgil still married? [No, that's not right.] Who the hell is Florence?
[There's a snap in his voice.] We don't know a Florence.