[ McGillis watches Izou's expressions shift and twist in mild interest, detached as though none of this had anything to do with him. It's amusing how expressive the other man is, how every feeling shows so clearly on his face the moment it appears.
Isn't it inconvenient to wear your heart on your sleeve like that?, he wonders.
And then he's not really looking at Izou anymore, or at anything much. Iznario Fareed is alive - exiled but alive, and all too gleeful about ruining McGillis' standing further when it suits him. A tell-all on TV, de-legitimizing him. It's all a massive joke.
McGillis is quiet for a long moment, and then just settles on the simple truth: ]
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Isn't it inconvenient to wear your heart on your sleeve like that?, he wonders.
And then he's not really looking at Izou anymore, or at anything much. Iznario Fareed is alive - exiled but alive, and all too gleeful about ruining McGillis' standing further when it suits him. A tell-all on TV, de-legitimizing him. It's all a massive joke.
McGillis is quiet for a long moment, and then just settles on the simple truth: ]
Father is alive.
[ And McGillis is dead, and here. ]