It doesn't take a genius to work out how that sentence was supposed to end, but that doesn't make Xie understand what the fuck any more than he already didn't. There's obviously something, from the way they stop him, and Xie isn't entirely sure it's just 'we saved your life by not killing you', because if that were the case he's saved all of their lives at least four times today.
It leaves him feeling vaguely unsettled in a way he can't quite put his finger on - like there's something they're keeping from him, maybe, or like some tiny part of him has a horrible suspicion that the rest of him doesn't want to entertain. He stamps down on that part, ignores it staunchly - there's no evidence, nothing to explain what he was talking about, and any feelings or suspicions are just... disloyal.
Maybe they're talking about the hit. As though they aren't the cause of it, the reason he needs protection. Maybe that's it.
He gives Quill a flat look, not remotely appreciating the attempt at humour, or deflection, or whatever it was. He concedes to it, though, glancing away with an imperious sniff.
"It's not even a very good cat tree." He says disdainfully.
It's a lie, but he's not interested in playing nice.
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Date: 2023-10-18 03:42 pm (UTC)It doesn't take a genius to work out how that sentence was supposed to end, but that doesn't make Xie understand what the fuck any more than he already didn't. There's obviously something, from the way they stop him, and Xie isn't entirely sure it's just 'we saved your life by not killing you', because if that were the case he's saved all of their lives at least four times today.
It leaves him feeling vaguely unsettled in a way he can't quite put his finger on - like there's something they're keeping from him, maybe, or like some tiny part of him has a horrible suspicion that the rest of him doesn't want to entertain. He stamps down on that part, ignores it staunchly - there's no evidence, nothing to explain what he was talking about, and any feelings or suspicions are just... disloyal.
Maybe they're talking about the hit. As though they aren't the cause of it, the reason he needs protection. Maybe that's it.
He gives Quill a flat look, not remotely appreciating the attempt at humour, or deflection, or whatever it was. He concedes to it, though, glancing away with an imperious sniff.
"It's not even a very good cat tree." He says disdainfully.
It's a lie, but he's not interested in playing nice.