Leon hesitates a moment at the request. Will it hurt too much, talking about them now? His kneejerk instinct is yes, but... maybe he should go for it anyway. Maybe they deserve to be remembered, even the passing glances he got of them.
"Sure," he says. "I don't have quite your way with words, but..."
He takes a sip of his drink, mulling over just what to say.
"I guess first up is Ashley. She was the one I was sent to rescue, but she wound up saving my skin a few times over in the process. Brave as hell - first thing she did when I showed up was come at me with a candelabra because she thought I was one of her captors." He laughs a little, shaking his head. "Ashamed to admit I didn't expect a lot of her at first, but she's sharp and adaptable, and keeps her head in situations where I've seen trained soldiers lose it entirely."
"Then there's Ada. Not sure I should call her an ally. She's the kind of woman who's really only out for herself and isn't ashamed of that, but I guess... our interests align just enough. She's hard to describe. Just about every time I think I know anything about her, she proves me wrong, and I think she likes it best that way."
He pauses again, swirling the whiskey glass in his hand and staring into it thoughtfully.
"Anyway. Last there's... Luis." At this, his voice goes distant and mournful. "I found him tied up in some basement on my way to find Ashley, and after letting him out I found out he used to work for some people who did... a lot of terrible things."
Sitting back, he closes his eyes, sighing.
"I wasn't happy about that. I didn't trust him, but he kept showing up and insisting on helping, and we weren't in any position to refuse. He acted like the whole thing was some grand adventure though, like we were heroes in some fairy tale. Couldn't take anything seriously." Throwing back the rest of his whiskey, Leon sets the glass down on the table with a thunk. "He died. Saving me. Gave me the tools to save Ashley, too. We both would've died, if not for him. Or worse."
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"Sure," he says. "I don't have quite your way with words, but..."
He takes a sip of his drink, mulling over just what to say.
"I guess first up is Ashley. She was the one I was sent to rescue, but she wound up saving my skin a few times over in the process. Brave as hell - first thing she did when I showed up was come at me with a candelabra because she thought I was one of her captors." He laughs a little, shaking his head. "Ashamed to admit I didn't expect a lot of her at first, but she's sharp and adaptable, and keeps her head in situations where I've seen trained soldiers lose it entirely."
"Then there's Ada. Not sure I should call her an ally. She's the kind of woman who's really only out for herself and isn't ashamed of that, but I guess... our interests align just enough. She's hard to describe. Just about every time I think I know anything about her, she proves me wrong, and I think she likes it best that way."
He pauses again, swirling the whiskey glass in his hand and staring into it thoughtfully.
"Anyway. Last there's... Luis." At this, his voice goes distant and mournful. "I found him tied up in some basement on my way to find Ashley, and after letting him out I found out he used to work for some people who did... a lot of terrible things."
Sitting back, he closes his eyes, sighing.
"I wasn't happy about that. I didn't trust him, but he kept showing up and insisting on helping, and we weren't in any position to refuse. He acted like the whole thing was some grand adventure though, like we were heroes in some fairy tale. Couldn't take anything seriously." Throwing back the rest of his whiskey, Leon sets the glass down on the table with a thunk. "He died. Saving me. Gave me the tools to save Ashley, too. We both would've died, if not for him. Or worse."