Up on the platform, it was clear Yuri wasn't exactly able to watch the scene from Conquest unfold apathetically. The casual facade he always bore, the easy-going smile and the cheerfulness in his eyes faded into something more cold. Something more... frustrated and angry. If there was a phrase to describe him in that moment, it would be pissed-off, to the point it could be considered homicidal rage.
But that was for those who could see his face.
Having turned to watch the feed, his expression was cut off from the those not on the platform as he gripped his fists tightly, nails digging into the skin of his palms so harshly that it drew blood.
How the hell did she find out? He wondered, caring only because this was the exact thing he'd tried to prevent by donning those clothes. That he'd blundered was obvious but even now, even as Day stepped away from a crumpled Flynn, he could only feel resolve. A resolve that strengthened as Flynn stood up a few minutes later, looking calm and collected as ever even as he wiped blood from his mouth.
That part, at least, was no surprise. Flynn was tough. They both were. They'd had to be to change the empire they way they'd wanted. And so long as they made this system better in the end, it was okay if they took a few bruises during the process. So, he forced himself to take a deep breath. To school his features into something slightly less... murderous rage-y. It took a moment but he eventually did manage it into something a little less... serious.
If anyone asked, he'd pit it on the grimness of the entire feed.
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But that was for those who could see his face.
Having turned to watch the feed, his expression was cut off from the those not on the platform as he gripped his fists tightly, nails digging into the skin of his palms so harshly that it drew blood.
How the hell did she find out? He wondered, caring only because this was the exact thing he'd tried to prevent by donning those clothes. That he'd blundered was obvious but even now, even as Day stepped away from a crumpled Flynn, he could only feel resolve. A resolve that strengthened as Flynn stood up a few minutes later, looking calm and collected as ever even as he wiped blood from his mouth.
That part, at least, was no surprise. Flynn was tough. They both were. They'd had to be to change the empire they way they'd wanted. And so long as they made this system better in the end, it was okay if they took a few bruises during the process. So, he forced himself to take a deep breath. To school his features into something slightly less... murderous rage-y. It took a moment but he eventually did manage it into something a little less... serious.
If anyone asked, he'd pit it on the grimness of the entire feed.