[ Funny, to think Mr. Blast-From-The-Past General's got anything in common with him, but hey, here they are. Commiserating. And it's not like Reno doesn't know what it's like to be on the outs, with no power, no influence, no anything. He's been there. He played all the right moves to get to where he is. Maybe that's why he finds getting knocked back a few steps so damn annoying.
Yeah, sure, Thorne's not the slums. Things are cushy. But not in a way that he can trust and say that it's his. That he positioned himself there by making sure everyone around him understands they can't get shit done without him, with a team at his back he knows are more loyal to him than they are to the execs that sit up top. The fancy wine, the soft beds, it's just how Thorne treats all of their Summoned—even absolute useless morons—and that leaves a bad taste in his mouth.
He peers out over the smoking pyre. ] Don't get me wrong, they love me over there. [ That's probably not true, but Reno says it with the confidence of a man who can't be proven wrong. ] Just don't know if they're worth winning over.
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Yeah, sure, Thorne's not the slums. Things are cushy. But not in a way that he can trust and say that it's his. That he positioned himself there by making sure everyone around him understands they can't get shit done without him, with a team at his back he knows are more loyal to him than they are to the execs that sit up top. The fancy wine, the soft beds, it's just how Thorne treats all of their Summoned—even absolute useless morons—and that leaves a bad taste in his mouth.
He peers out over the smoking pyre. ] Don't get me wrong, they love me over there. [ That's probably not true, but Reno says it with the confidence of a man who can't be proven wrong. ] Just don't know if they're worth winning over.