"Might've died," Eliot admitted. "Mighta landed my hands on something useful and gotten the upper hand back. But I wasn't alone." He tapped his ear -- where his earbud had fallen out at some point, and probably ended up crunched under someone's heel. Hardison would be giving him hell for that. "Just 'cause you can't see it don't mean backup ain't around." He sighed again, shoving his hands deep into his pockets. "You're young, Kathy. I know it's just about the last thing someone your age wants to hear, but it's true. You're idealistic, untested. I couldn't pick you at my back because I knew he could kill me. And then he'd have a straight line to you. You've got too much potential to waste it dyin' at the hands of someone like the Butcher."
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Date: 2015-11-20 05:46 am (UTC)