Armitage
You’re dangerous, like me.
A flash of copper over my shoulder.
Scheming in my shadow.
Pale face illuminated by a datapad.
And then.
A hand darting for a blade, a blaster, a shard of transparisteel.
A rabid cur.
I’ll keep you around. Muzzle you if I must.
You’re useful. To me.
You’re Fire and Brilliance and Ambition.
I’m scrubbing blood from under my nails.
You fuck me like you’re trying to kill me.
I choke you to remind you that I know.
I know.
One day we’ll destroy eachother.
But just imagine for a moment…
If we didn’t.
Grand Marshal.