[ Finally, Enjolras feels as though heโs gained some sort of ground. As though he has some sort of control in this situation. Itโs relieving, but he does his best to keep that off his face, not wanting to give up any more than he already has.
One hand still on his blaster, he reaches his other into a pocket, touching the edge of the datachip (heโs not a complete fool! โฆmostly) heโd taken off his prisoner. Itโs curious, he thinks, that the captive seems so indifferent as to where the information goes. ]
For all you know, I could be taking this โ [ he pulls out his hand and gives the pocket a little pat ] โ to the Empire.
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One hand still on his blaster, he reaches his other into a pocket, touching the edge of the datachip (heโs not a complete fool! โฆmostly) heโd taken off his prisoner. Itโs curious, he thinks, that the captive seems so indifferent as to where the information goes. ]
For all you know, I could be taking this โ [ he pulls out his hand and gives the pocket a little pat ] โ to the Empire.
[ Well, he obviously isnโt, but still. ]