[Rude listens, not touching his drink at all until specific parts where he knows for certain Rufus might have believed that he would die alone, or amongst enemies. It was painful to think the man the Turks would dedicate their lives to could ever feel so alone. Or abandoned? He may be projecting his feelings, so he takes a breath, and a drink.
His jaw unclenches as he does his best to retain a neutral expression through it all like he was treating this as any other mission briefing. It’s more common from the timeline he remembers for Tseng to do the majority of the direct communication with Rufus but even before the death of his father, the Turks had become loyal to him. They certainly weren’t strangers but Rude wouldn’t dare have the audacity to suggest they were more even if he felt that way himself. To the point where he knew Rufus’ birthday like he knows his own phone number.]
I’m glad we were able to find you, but I’m sorry we weren’t there with you throughout it.
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His jaw unclenches as he does his best to retain a neutral expression through it all like he was treating this as any other mission briefing. It’s more common from the timeline he remembers for Tseng to do the majority of the direct communication with Rufus but even before the death of his father, the Turks had become loyal to him. They certainly weren’t strangers but Rude wouldn’t dare have the audacity to suggest they were more even if he felt that way himself. To the point where he knew Rufus’ birthday like he knows his own phone number.]
I’m glad we were able to find you, but I’m sorry we weren’t there with you throughout it.