@glasshcldhigh ( Wraith ) || Tell That Mick...
“What's in it for you?”
He shakes his head softly, expression pulling almost like a shrug. “No catch,” though he understands why she'd ask.
The city is made of caveats. This, if that. Reward, if compromise. Life, if obedience — and even then only sometimes. It's a difficult mindset to shed when it's what they've all known all their lives. Phantom finds that many killjoys never quite manage to put it all the way down. Some never managed it at all, attaching conditions and demands to everything from supplies to the voice of their own thoughts. Often things played out more toward fair in the sand, but still the hand over hand. He's abundantly familiar. Regularly banking on it to get what he needed, and where he needed to go. Today...
“You need it, and I can get it — why wouldn't I?” The way it ought to be, really. “If you can't square with the idea we can talk numbers.”
