[ The face he makes is one of agreement. He didn't know everything about Connor's life but from what he'd been told- the stories they had heard about him, he knew the man was forever looking over his shoulder growing up. Sometimes even as a grown adult, leading the Resistance and fighting back in that fucking war.
He doesn't exactly know what it is that the kid - that John - here is looking for when he tosses him the challenge of eight words to be convince him of who he is or who he believes him to be. But Kyle isn't the best for no reason. Isn't someone to back down from an order given to him by a man he looks up to and respects... even if he's a helluva lot younger right here.
So, with a tilt of his head, gaze never leaving the kid, he gives him an answer. ]
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He doesn't exactly know what it is that the kid - that John - here is looking for when he tosses him the challenge of eight words to be convince him of who he is or who he believes him to be. But Kyle isn't the best for no reason. Isn't someone to back down from an order given to him by a man he looks up to and respects... even if he's a helluva lot younger right here.
So, with a tilt of his head, gaze never leaving the kid, he gives him an answer. ]
No fate but what we make for ourselves.
[ A beat. ]
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