- Sun Aug 13, 2017 6:08 pm
Cole didn't expect an apology, but there it was. Paired with Matt's free admission and full confession of that night's events put Cole in a weird headspace. Why didn't he just say this in the first place? Yeah, even if Jones didn't let this fly, at least Cole would have known the truth. He wouldn't have treated him like an animal in a cell, he wouldn't have let Patterson pull her gun, he wouldn't let Katarina near any of that...would he? Would things have been that different?
They said it themselves, nothing would have been easy.
For what seemed like a long minute or two, Cole spent some time in his own head; lots of pondering, curiosity...yet it was all lined with frustration. He was usually good with banter. One liners, and quips with Klaus came easy. Chit chat with Bauer--commendation to Orion, an affirmative to Jones. Yet... He just sat there, quietly. Nothing to say to Cox, to the Devil, the vigilante or whatever the moniker of preference was now. He breathed in and out slowly, shaking his head slight disappointment. If only things lined up properly in the could have would have should haves...MI:5 wouldn't have been left to rubble and ash, and he wouldn't have acquired a laundry list of injuries and conditions now being remedied by a laundry list of medication.
No, Matt couldn't possibly have said anything that night because of the wretched curse. Bloody magic was a nuisance, and he was realizing that now. None of that swayed Callaway from wanting to remain in his profession, however. This made him want to defend the world from its evil even more. Made him sound like some God awful super hero, that was for sure.
The mention of Tava made his stomach churn. Cole remembered the night clearly because he'd barely gotten his men out of the way before detaining Matt and his cohort--all but Bashar and Swenson. He hated himself for not being fast enough. He hated himself for not realizing that the Devil and the Dark Lady had caused enough damage to his people until it was too late. His lip quivered but he tamped down on that devastation before raising his head with another sigh. He kept his eyes on the road and followed the directions given before huffing softly. "You know who needs that apology? Tava's wife...she just..." The leather binding on the steering wheel creaked as his hands clenched, and Cole got his frustration under control. "Look. Have I been upset over everything? Sure. I'm a part of this as much as everyone. Will it be good for anyone to keep this up? This blame game--this whole kill mine, kill yours mentality--it's not good for anyone. Don't mishear my words, I don't want to white flag this situation, sweep this under a bloody rug, but at some point maybe we just need to move the hell on and deal with that. Slavers, the real enemy. Everything is just..."
Callaway actually wished he had some of that bitter office coffee because the bad taste he'd had in his mouth over all of this would not go away. Maybe a self conscious need. Or just a nervous tick..but he needed something.
"So much time lost being angry when maybe everyone just needs to learn to forgive and just move on."
Donny's words, not his.