[Slevin knows he's not lying. Or at least, he knows at a glance that this isn't the Cassel Sharpe he knows. The problem is, he doesn't know how much that means right now.
Fear does strange things to people. He's terrified, Slevin can see that much. Would terror be enough to turn the Cassel he knows into this, into someone willing to beg him for help? Or is he, like Janus, like Crichton, someone else entirely?
His expression doesn't waver, harsh and unforgiving, lack of trust laid bare even when he makes a derisive noise in his throat.]
I heard you. I just don't know what it is you think I can help you with, Sharpe.
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Fear does strange things to people. He's terrified, Slevin can see that much. Would terror be enough to turn the Cassel he knows into this, into someone willing to beg him for help? Or is he, like Janus, like Crichton, someone else entirely?
His expression doesn't waver, harsh and unforgiving, lack of trust laid bare even when he makes a derisive noise in his throat.]
I heard you. I just don't know what it is you think I can help you with, Sharpe.