"Panic, I suppose. I've planned for nothing but your flawless success."
Yes, he's being a dick. Yes, he knows it. But Rude's already picking up the pace and probably knows that Tseng had a thousand backburner plans in rotation before either of them ever even clamored into their respective choppers, so can you really blame him? What works, works. Spite can be a truly efficient motivator sometimes.
He lets Rude surpass him. Slow and steady is key here, but he's not going to say anything about it. His subordinate will learn for himself well enough. The incline stretches far, about a mile and a half upwards, culminating in an even plateau with an even better view of the mountain ranges, the glittering lakes and cloud-spotted valleys, the long, snake-like tracks that route through the old mines. This is where Corel has the nerve to look beautiful when it was only ever meant to look rugged, impassive, and colorless. Tseng stops them there, quickening his pace to return to Rude's side.
"Break," he commands, tossing Rude a water bottle from his pack. While he's occupied with that, Tseng draws in close, pressing his fingers to Rude's pulse as he surveys the various read-outs on his wristwatch.
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Yes, he's being a dick. Yes, he knows it. But Rude's already picking up the pace and probably knows that Tseng had a thousand backburner plans in rotation before either of them ever even clamored into their respective choppers, so can you really blame him? What works, works. Spite can be a truly efficient motivator sometimes.
He lets Rude surpass him. Slow and steady is key here, but he's not going to say anything about it. His subordinate will learn for himself well enough. The incline stretches far, about a mile and a half upwards, culminating in an even plateau with an even better view of the mountain ranges, the glittering lakes and cloud-spotted valleys, the long, snake-like tracks that route through the old mines. This is where Corel has the nerve to look beautiful when it was only ever meant to look rugged, impassive, and colorless. Tseng stops them there, quickening his pace to return to Rude's side.
"Break," he commands, tossing Rude a water bottle from his pack. While he's occupied with that, Tseng draws in close, pressing his fingers to Rude's pulse as he surveys the various read-outs on his wristwatch.