He's not sure if he should be sad or...proud of that. Maybe it's okay to be both.
"Not good enough." It's another sad smile.
However, it falters somewhat when Carter mentions that he's got people to protect. He's pretty sure that includes Moreau, though never in a million years would he ever suspect it's Brett, too. He doesn't want to think about it, about how Carter was there for so long naturally he had to have found people--because they weren't good people, even though some part of him imagines that maybe he'd managed to carve a life that was Moreau-free, maybe found people that had nothing to do with that life. But that was an impossible thought, considering how he knew Moreau ran the place, how Carter was an asset to Moreau, and how he'd never give him enough freedom to do that, or at least he'd assumed.
"You do, huh?" It's a little bitter, and he drinks the remainder of what's left in the bottle.
cw suicidal ideation-ish just in case
"Not good enough." It's another sad smile.
However, it falters somewhat when Carter mentions that he's got people to protect. He's pretty sure that includes Moreau, though never in a million years would he ever suspect it's Brett, too. He doesn't want to think about it, about how Carter was there for so long naturally he had to have found people--because they weren't good people, even though some part of him imagines that maybe he'd managed to carve a life that was Moreau-free, maybe found people that had nothing to do with that life. But that was an impossible thought, considering how he knew Moreau ran the place, how Carter was an asset to Moreau, and how he'd never give him enough freedom to do that, or at least he'd assumed.
"You do, huh?" It's a little bitter, and he drinks the remainder of what's left in the bottle.