The reluctance doesn't even feel right to Diego. This is what he does, has always done, but somehow it's different, suddenly. Why? He can't explain it, or won't, perhaps. Instead he just stares at Luther and says, "You don't need me, though. Not really. You haven't in a really. long. time."
The words are simple. Short. Clipped. But they carry a weight that seems discordant to the rest. Out of step and off-balance in ways Diego really ever allows himself to be seen as. Something is definitely wrong. That wrongness is starting to show in more than just his words and the way he holds himself, too, something in his eyes. Or maybe it's just reflection of the sun from the window, right?
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The words are simple. Short. Clipped. But they carry a weight that seems discordant to the rest. Out of step and off-balance in ways Diego really ever allows himself to be seen as. Something is definitely wrong. That wrongness is starting to show in more than just his words and the way he holds himself, too, something in his eyes. Or maybe it's just reflection of the sun from the window, right?