𝐌. 𝐙𝐞𝐫𝐨

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It wasn't a question, but an observation of the man before him.

a chuckle. "Fine boots they are."

he'd wonder correctly.

"just observing.. interesting to see you so open."

crosses his arms, judging slightly.

"I would think cautiously... Another attempt to send me to hell, and I might have to take a pretty little... souvenir."

"or should I say; 'someone' to lose?" His fingers flip the picture around, revealing Major Raikov's face. It isn't a special picture, simply the one ever soldier takes for recruitment. Still, the change in Volgin's expression is enough for Zero to anchor his goal.

Zero listens to the man speak with a quiet, calculating focus. He smirks. Dirty. Right. "You forget yourself, Colonel Volgin. Unlike myself, you're a man with something to lose.." The older man picks up an envelope from his desk, opening it and pulling out a single photograph.

He's alive. Unsure how, unsure why. But he's alive. The once-commander pushes a gloved hand through his silver hair. "Alright... Back to work." There are lives to ruin.

Plenty of room. He won't protest.