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We didn't find Sander Cohen in London. It wasn't for a lack of trying. It wasn't even for the lack of intuition. He'd left marks in places, both in Buckingham Palace and in the Asylum, but we never found the actual man. When we were fortunate, his voice would ring in places, a distressed wail echoing through the halls, and yet somehow, he'd eluded both Damian and myself.
I can't say that I'm entirely unhappy, as a result, when the island changes back to its usual form. The officers of the ITF, stationed by Rapture's entrance, are probably accustomed to my presence now. Bucky Barnes knows my face both in the open and behind the cowl. But beyond obscuring my identity and trying to hide it from those who might take advantage, there are other reasons for the suit. It leaves an impression, and it frames a state of mind.
So I'm wearing it again, careful to change into the outfit in a safe space away from the hut, and running on the fastest route that I know to the caves. It isn't until someone's presence brushes too close for comfort that I realize my mind is far too occupied with any number of thoughts to be at my best.
I haven't slept in days, either.
It's too late to run around her, so I carefully walk some distance away, hoping she won't notice. Just another neighbor passing by.
I can't say that I'm entirely unhappy, as a result, when the island changes back to its usual form. The officers of the ITF, stationed by Rapture's entrance, are probably accustomed to my presence now. Bucky Barnes knows my face both in the open and behind the cowl. But beyond obscuring my identity and trying to hide it from those who might take advantage, there are other reasons for the suit. It leaves an impression, and it frames a state of mind.
So I'm wearing it again, careful to change into the outfit in a safe space away from the hut, and running on the fastest route that I know to the caves. It isn't until someone's presence brushes too close for comfort that I realize my mind is far too occupied with any number of thoughts to be at my best.
I haven't slept in days, either.
It's too late to run around her, so I carefully walk some distance away, hoping she won't notice. Just another neighbor passing by.