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I'M THE END OF A HITCHCOCK MOVIE
A LITTLE DARK AND A LOT CONFUSING.
Perhaps he should have fumbled, said something, made some gesture to show that he acknowledged the awkwardness that was between them, but he didn't. He had apologized to Ophelia once with a sincerity that few ever received from him. He had attacked her unfairly then, driven by an unjustified assumption about who she was and what her intentions were. Could the same be said now, with regard to his capture of her spy? Time would tell. Still, he did note the fact that she was here. It was praiseworthy, that she had the capacity to set aside what still lingered between the two of them, the violent tension of their past actions, to aid him. Ophelia was .. good in a way that Gaucho couldn't articulate. It was not a fuzzy or warm goodness, not a would always do the right thing simply because it was right sort of goodness. But it was far easier to say what Ophelia wasn't, than what she was.
And for now, the only was Gaucho was concerned with was the fact that she was here.
His gaze rose to look at her as she seemingly materialized behind him. Stabbing him in the back, he decided was not her style. A black ear focused on her as she spoke as his stormy gaze returned to the broken bodies. He knew of the Grey, had aided them in the past. Did he remember seeing Phaedra? He couldn't remember, although he did recall that that was the first time he had seen Ophelia. The thought made him grunt, he had forgotten about that. Had forgotten that Ophelia had ventured to the Throat to speak with Kri in the past ... Their passed was more intermingled than he had previously thought. "Gray.." He mumbled under his breath, nodding his skull. Coincidence? He wasn't sure.
"Maybe your spy do this." He grunted, turning her way. "My warrior see her take things from the dead." His nostrils flared now, trying to discern Ophelia's reaction to his subtle charge. Knowing the magic she possessed he was almost certainly she would conceal whatever she knew. Still, she was easy to look at if nothing else.
