(Andraus)<br/><br/>Troy would just smirk at her teasing, though his eyes were a bit...void of the usual light that graced them. "<b>Figured we might as well do what we should've done all of those years ago- Damn well waited too long in the military, figured after our tour we could....I don't know, do something?" </b>Troy said, shaking his head, before continuing. "<b>-and fuck, given who we're working for and what we're dealing with, I'd say our clocks are ticking down- You have Darwin breathing down your neck and I have a cluster of '<i>Fuck you' </i>bombs in my cranium." </b>He said, tapping his head.<br/><br/>"<b>I'm going to die one day soon....I'd rather not leave any business half finished."</b><br/><br/>Troy had adopted a rather...fatalist point of view. Given that he lost the only person he actually had any affection for, his place in the world, and had a bomb planted in him by a Criminal Lord, Troy believed his time was ticking down. "<b>Also, Synn, you know me- Do you really think that something like that will stop me?" </b>He said, before finally smiling, the same one that he used to in the military, before placing a hand on her chest. He would repeat words that she had said herself many years ago, ones he knew that she would respect.<br/><br/>"<b>I see it, I want it, it's <i>mine."</i></b>