Malcolm Bright

In this instance, all he had were words, and they did.

[He leans forward a little, elbows on the table as he threads his fingers together, resting his head against them. Taking in a breath, he closes his eyes and tries to convince himself that honesty is the best option here, if he's not talking about how important Norton's opinion was at least.]

He implied that he'd have Norton hold me down instead, and I didn't want to hear it.

But I do want to be clear, outside of this incident, it wasn't just words that hurt me. It's learning that he'd been watching me for years, hand picked me for an assignment that was entirely against protocol, and tried to assault and eliminate me when I learned the truth.

Knowing he did that, It sours every accomplishment I thought I'd earned myself. Reminds me that there were rumors going around, that I was sleeping with him to get where I was.

I have no idea whether he spread them himself, but he sure as hell didn't stop them either. It's disgusting, and I cannot believe I never even noticed after six years until the moment everything fell apart.