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Director Philip J. Coulson ([personal profile] vintageset) wrote2015-06-05 11:00 pm
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cryogenics: (☣ The ghost.)

[personal profile] cryogenics 2015-06-26 09:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[He hesitated for a moment. There was a lot he wanted to know, but he didn't know where to start. Was he ready for it? How would he even ask? He knew something else now though, too. Coulson would give him answers in the future if he asked. The man wasn't afraid to tell him, like the others were.

Maybe they were right to be afraid. Even he didn't know how many people he'd killed or hurt. He was dangerous; just like he'd been trained to be.]


Was he-was I...a good person?
cryogenics: (☣ You're my mission.)

[personal profile] cryogenics 2015-06-26 10:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[Was that the answer he'd been hoping for? Or the one he'd been dreading? He didn't know how to be a good person, and he didn't remember ever being one before. He knew how to follow orders, how to kill and hurt, but he didn't know how to be anything else.

And here, someone he didn't even know believed he could be good. Did the others have expectations and beliefs like that, too? It was overwhelming.

He couldn't do this. He could do this right now. He turned away from Coulson, a little shaky still as he started to walk away. The house with Skye and the others...the castle he'd stayed at with Reira, he couldn't go to either of those places. He needed somewhere to be alone.]
cryogenics: (☣ Why won't you tell me.)

[personal profile] cryogenics 2015-06-26 10:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[He paused for a moment, obediently, even though he didn't have to, and he listened. Even though he'd just said Coulson could call him James, it was strange to hear it. He inclined his head to acknowledge that he understood, even if asking for help was hard, and he'd only done it once when it was for someone else, and then kept walking.]