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Who:

meowminxed
When: 26 May. Just after this.
Where: Winner Corporation. Quatre's office.
Summary: Selina needs answers and Quatre is willing to give them.
Warnings/etc.: The truth.
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The communicator hit the desk with a loud thud, the screen cracking in the process against the hard oak surface. The static of a broken connection could still be heard from the speakers before the power save option kicked in, disconnecting itself and going into hibernate. Quatre didn't move, hands clutching his knees tightly, throat sore with having to try so hard to keep his emotions in check.

He would have to keep doing so if Selina had understood what he'd been trying to say and after several minutes, he stood up, right hand on the desk and the other reaching for the carefully written note that had been left on his pillow, tucking it into the pocket of his jacket. Then, he waited. Selina was smart; she would understand, and she'd need the answer.

The important thing now would be if she was willing to keep it secret.

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Selina arrived in costume. She couldn't be sure this wasn't an extension of the betrayal she'd already seen. She did know a fair amount about Nanashi.

She made her way through the building, to the main office. That odd feeling she'd had earlier had told her that was the place to go.

Security had been warned beforehand and his secretary knocked to let him know that she was on her way up. He managed to pull himself together by the time she arrived.

"Catwoman," he greeted, upon realizing that she was in costume, not all that surprised that she would be cautious. "I'm sorry to make you come all the way here, but I'm not sure if my encryptions are strong enough to keep anything I tell you private. A few of us are speculating just how much the HIVE is reading on the network."

"Really." She kept her eyes focused on him, but the rest of her awareness was focused on her surroundings. Just in case. "Does that mean you actually have something informative to say?"

Damnit, he looked all of twelve. Sometimes this place made her feel old. Running into a kid in a comic book store was different than finding out one was the CEO of a company.

Quatre nodded. There wasn't any point it dragging this out and she deserved the truth after the time they had spent working together in the beginning.

"Trowa's attempting to infiltrate the HIVE. I didn't know that was his plan when he went to go retrieve the disk, but I'm sure of it now. It doesn't make what he did any better - Rikku didn't have to die - but he hasn't sold us all out. He won't."

He felt more sure of himself as he spoken, his voice getting a big stronger, trying to make the point.

"I want as few people to know this as possible, so if you're going to pass along the information, please tell me to who. Trowa's died enough times because of my errors."

Selina was quiet for a moment, pondering his words. "And what makes you so convinced he hasn't actually changed sides?" she replied. "Cold-blooded murder is pretty convincing."

He didn't even need to think before answering. "Because his heart told me. I owe him that much faith for everything he's done for me. He wasn't raised believing that life is precious. Soldiers are born to die and by agreeing to find the disk, Rikku agreed to forfeit her life if the battle came to that. If it became necessary. I think that's how he views it, but until he comes back, I can't be sure.

"He'll come back."

It was clear that the kid truly believed it. And he did know Nanashi better than she did. But still...

"I'm sorry, Winner." She frowned. "But your word isn't exactly good enough here."

"I'm sorry I can't give you more than that, Selina."

There was nothing else for him to say. He had a gut feeling and his own knowledge of Trowa's past to go by and nothing else. Even the emotions he had been able to read before being shut out could be interpreted as Trowa having finally chosen the side Quatre had been trying to keep him from this entire time.

Selina nodded slowly. "Then I guess we're done here." Because she had nothing else to say either. Nothing helpful, at least.

Quatre nodded, placing the tips of his fingers on the desk, a semi-support as he said his last piece, wanting her to know this, because at some point, it might need to be true. "I'm still fighting against the HIVE. Even if it ends up making Trowa my enemy."

Something in her expression softened the slightest bit. "I'll keep that in mind too," she tossed over her shoulder as she made her exit.