[ A massacre, just like Boothill had said. Aventurine is silent when the shadows retreat and they're returned to the bar, his own gaze cast to the countertop as the memory sinks in. The Marketing Development Department had always been greedy for resources. Aventurine had led them on a goose chase with a promise for valuable resources all those years ago, and they'd fallen for the bait like a starving pack of dogs.
But the memory, it shakes him. And why shouldn't it? He's no stranger to this tragedy, and he turns his head away to stare at something else. Anything else. ]
It makes sense, [ he murmurs, more to himself. ] Your motivations... and my own.
[ The Strategic Investment Department is no friend of the Marketing Department, but he can see now how something a little more personal may have tied into their future conversation. ]
[ boothill reaches for his drink and downs the rest of it. despite aventurine averting his eyes, boothill keeps his gaze trained on aventurine's profile while allowing him time to process. ]
That conflict between the Strategic Investment Department and the Marketing Department ain't the only thing that interests ya'. Katicans were the ones who wiped the Avgins, but if you told me the IPC couldn't protect one herd of people from an invasion everyone knew was comin', I'd say you were forkin' full of it.
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But the memory, it shakes him. And why shouldn't it? He's no stranger to this tragedy, and he turns his head away to stare at something else. Anything else. ]
It makes sense, [ he murmurs, more to himself. ] Your motivations... and my own.
[ The Strategic Investment Department is no friend of the Marketing Department, but he can see now how something a little more personal may have tied into their future conversation. ]
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That conflict between the Strategic Investment Department and the Marketing Department ain't the only thing that interests ya'. Katicans were the ones who wiped the Avgins, but if you told me the IPC couldn't protect one herd of people from an invasion everyone knew was comin', I'd say you were forkin' full of it.
What do you think?