He's not sure why he keeps coming back.
He swore time and time again that every last time would be the last but he always came back to the spy.
Its madness, he knows.
Sucidial.
He's been shot, stabbed, posioned, beatened, drowned, electruted, sufficated, totured. All at the hands of the elder.
Sometimes he allowed himself to believe the emerald eyed man had finally had enough of him- of his antics- and this would be the last time but he always woke agian. Sometimes alone, sometimes with the spy.
They're posionous to each other.
Red knows that, he aknowledges the truth even if Nigel will not.
So why does he keep coming back?
Honestly, the rouge's not sure he even knows why anymore.
The Lust and Anger had all but faded away years ago. Only to be replaced by a peaceful relaxed feeling he couldn't quite descirbe.
Was it love?
Red wasn't sure. He never quite experinced love before and couldn't tell you exactly what it was if it hit him in the face and introduced itself.
Was it need?
Maybe. He needed the spy, both the good and the bad, though he would never admit it to the other.
Wreckless.
It was only a matter of time, he knew that.
So maybe that was why he didn't so much as bat an eye despite the gun barrel pressed firmly against his chest- to his heart if he had one left.
It didn't matter. Nothing seemed to matter besides those beautiful emerald eyes staring down at him with such anger, pain and hate.
"Why?"
The anger is clear in the spy's voice despite his attempts to hide it but Red has no answer. What could he possible say when he couldn't tell the truth?
"She... She didn't do anything to you."
And he didn't do anything to her.
The Spy's sister, Luna- one of his few actual friends- had already been dead by time he arrived. Whatever had been on that flashdrive someone obviously didn't want anyone to know.
Maybe if he had arrived the night before like he was susposed to she would still be alive. Her child, his Godson, wouldn't be an orphan.
But he didn't.
Maybe he had killed her?
Not dirrectly, but still she could have been alive if he had followed his normal plan. Maybe they wold both be dead instead?
There was no real way of telling but it would appear it wouldn't matter soon enough.
He had no answers for Nigel.
What did one say in a moment like this?
Was there anything to say?