The TARDIS's fury is immediate and undeniable, and Arista's ears flatten. She looks at the unicorn in reluctant apology as Rush shakes his head, a short lateral jerk, jaw locked.
"They were building cages to contain angels," the cat says quietly, regret heavy in the calculated emphasis. "They were planning something - city-wide containment, maybe. We couldn't have taken that risk."
Not on their own behalf. Not for their sake.
"None of it matters now." Rush folds his arms in a fluid, taut reraveling. The dissolution of all ROMAC had built had been satisfaction enough, repayment for the application of pressure they'd seen fit to exert upon him, inelegantly and unsuccessfully. "They're gone. All of them." He does not suppress the edge of satisfaction to the words, their hard, unrepentant glint. Fring had exacted the level of struggle to be expected from a dying man who knew he was dying, and Rush had completed his objective.
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"They were building cages to contain angels," the cat says quietly, regret heavy in the calculated emphasis. "They were planning something - city-wide containment, maybe. We couldn't have taken that risk."
Not on their own behalf. Not for their sake.
"None of it matters now." Rush folds his arms in a fluid, taut reraveling. The dissolution of all ROMAC had built had been satisfaction enough, repayment for the application of pressure they'd seen fit to exert upon him, inelegantly and unsuccessfully. "They're gone. All of them." He does not suppress the edge of satisfaction to the words, their hard, unrepentant glint. Fring had exacted the level of struggle to be expected from a dying man who knew he was dying, and Rush had completed his objective.