[Juno visibly hesitates before speaking again. His words are measured and slow--as if reciting from a script. Like he's already gone over this in his head countless times.]
He came in wearing a fake name and a fake title. He'd been assigned to help me on my case for my "protection." His smile made him look like he'd be glad to kiss or kill me.
...I quickly figured out his true motives--he was using me as a way to steal a Martian artifact from my client. He stole a lot of things that day. The mask. The keys to my safe.
[...And a cliche. He sighs, shaking his head.]
Didn't think I'd ever see him again. I was on the trail of someone taking Martian artifacts for their own use, and I needed a favor from a friend. Some information on the black market. Turns out, he was the guy with the details. His employer was the one after all these Martian artifacts, but he wanted out. Thus, he decided to help me. We figured out what we needed, but...his employer found out he was trying to skip out.
The next few days...were a lot.
[He stops. His hand closes into a tight fist, and a spot of blood appears on the bandage. It stings. A mere pinprick in comparison to the tests and punishment Miasma had subjected him to. And seeing Nureyev, the master thief, helplessly captured and brutalized--
He pushes the thought out of his mind, focusing back on Watson.]
I've told you about the Martian thing at the sleepover. How I lost my eye. But I wasn't alone. He was with me. And when everything was done, when we were finally safe, he offered me an opportunity. Leave Mars and go with him to explore the stars. Or...if I didn't want to, he'd never bother me again.
[A pause. Nureyev had made Juno feel that life might actually been worth living. He made him feel...a lot.]
I told him I wanted to come.
[He falls silent. There's an unspoken 'but' at the end of that sentence. Juno glances towards Watson, painfully aware at how much he's just revealed to this man.]
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He came in wearing a fake name and a fake title. He'd been assigned to help me on my case for my "protection." His smile made him look like he'd be glad to kiss or kill me.
...I quickly figured out his true motives--he was using me as a way to steal a Martian artifact from my client. He stole a lot of things that day. The mask. The keys to my safe.
[...And a cliche. He sighs, shaking his head.]
Didn't think I'd ever see him again. I was on the trail of someone taking Martian artifacts for their own use, and I needed a favor from a friend. Some information on the black market. Turns out, he was the guy with the details. His employer was the one after all these Martian artifacts, but he wanted out. Thus, he decided to help me. We figured out what we needed, but...his employer found out he was trying to skip out.
The next few days...were a lot.
[He stops. His hand closes into a tight fist, and a spot of blood appears on the bandage. It stings. A mere pinprick in comparison to the tests and punishment Miasma had subjected him to. And seeing Nureyev, the master thief, helplessly captured and brutalized--
He pushes the thought out of his mind, focusing back on Watson.]
I've told you about the Martian thing at the sleepover. How I lost my eye. But I wasn't alone. He was with me. And when everything was done, when we were finally safe, he offered me an opportunity. Leave Mars and go with him to explore the stars. Or...if I didn't want to, he'd never bother me again.
[A pause. Nureyev had made Juno feel that life might actually been worth living. He made him feel...a lot.]
I told him I wanted to come.
[He falls silent. There's an unspoken 'but' at the end of that sentence. Juno glances towards Watson, painfully aware at how much he's just revealed to this man.]