Crono
The Guy
Maxwell & Thomas
"I'll be damned." The low voice broke the silence of the armory, almost startling Maxwell. The red head sitting in the chair glanced up from the book he'd been reading to see that Thomas, though still lying on the cot, had turned his head give him what was an unexpected glare. Despite the look he cast a similar one of his own to the prisoner. "They put you of all people in my guard duty schedule? No conflict of interest consideration at all?" He asked, meanwhile sitting up and throwing his legs over the side of his new bed. Maxwell simply huffed and leaned back in his chair, lowering the book. They'd both grown up in Vitae so the conflict of interest would be that the two of them had been friends since they were kids, not just that but they'd been even more at one point in time even if that was over now. "We're short-staffed so you'll just have to bear with seeing me around." He'd stated simply. With the amount of people who left the colony after the alliance with the pack of Wolves it made keeping things like schedules more difficult. The two fell into a silence momentarily, the room feeling even more stifled if that was possible.
"It's not so fun seeing everyone turn on you." The words were an attempt to make Max feel bad but it was the contrary. Max scoffed and crossed his arms over his chest, "You killed a man Thomas, what did you expect to happen?" This caused a now angry Thomas to stand and move to the edge of his cell and press his face to the bars. "I neutralized a potential threat! It doesn't matter that he wasn't a wolf because he was working with one!" Max honestly couldn't believe what he was hearing out of the other mans mouth. "What happened to you?" Max asked while shaking his head, the pity in his voice clear. "You know damn well what happened to me." The caged man clearly had enough with the current conversation, opting to turn his back on Max and move away from the bars. Thomas wasn't wrong on that one, he knew full well what happened to Thomas's family. But still, to have no remorse and continue to justify murdering someone in cold blood.
"There are worse accommodations." Chase offered with a small shrug of his shoulders and a glance at the building nearby. "I just think they don't like the idea of feeling cornered." He'd opted to speak of the pack members here as a whole than pointing out Emile, though they could feel a similar way about it. "So what was your trip with Thor about? Anything to do with the uh, cursed girl?" He asked curiously whilst leaning his shoulder against one of the motels support poles, hoping that whole mass murdering curse had either been dealt with or at least contained.
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