[ Leaning back now and taking a good, long look at you. You've grown a lot since you two first met ( late, for Aria Skye's class, mind ) back in 2063. He's told you on varying occasions that he's proud of you, kiddo. You've come a ways from the runt he used to tease for deciding that you weren't 'a good fit' for Rhiannon.
( A 'good fit'. That's a laugh. He used to be Mr. Jock I Know Shit About Being a Sin-Eater, remember? He fit in just fine. )
He doesn't actually need to see your credentials. He's kept an eye on you ever since you licensed with the corporation. ]
I won't be expecting you to do as good a job as Andy, kiddo.
[ A beat, then: ] Aim higher. Do better. You've got a week trial run, and then I'll get back to you on this. [ He taps that folder twice and slides it back your way. ]
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( A 'good fit'. That's a laugh. He used to be Mr. Jock I Know Shit About Being a Sin-Eater, remember? He fit in just fine. )
He doesn't actually need to see your credentials. He's kept an eye on you ever since you licensed with the corporation. ]
I won't be expecting you to do as good a job as Andy, kiddo.
[ A beat, then: ] Aim higher. Do better. You've got a week trial run, and then I'll get back to you on this. [ He taps that folder twice and slides it back your way. ]