[ There's an inevitable mark from being so streamlined by the Syndicate's world, pared to the bare minimum. Hei's well-trained to the point that parts of him will always remain out of focus -- made hazy by his own elusiveness, like a motion blur in a snapshot. He can slip identities off and on like clothes, becoming an entirely different person at a moment's notice, and even when he's being the Black Reaper, it's a performance tailored to intimidate a particular audience, to get the info or carry out the hits he's been ordered to. Strip away all those layers -- Li, BK201 -- and at his core is an individual under constant construction from the fragments left behind when everything else that matters has been wrenched away from you. ]
[ Then again, that's exactly what makes Hei such an unpredictable opponent in-field. ]
[ 'Li's bites off another bit of grilled beef, the crunch so sharp it's like it has teeth of its own. Wincing apologetically, he swallows before flashing a smile, ]
That explains it. [ A head-tilt, ] Was, um, that your job on board the Enterprise? Pavel mentioned something about it.
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[ Then again, that's exactly what makes Hei such an unpredictable opponent in-field. ]
[ 'Li's bites off another bit of grilled beef, the crunch so sharp it's like it has teeth of its own. Wincing apologetically, he swallows before flashing a smile, ]
That explains it. [ A head-tilt, ] Was, um, that your job on board the Enterprise? Pavel mentioned something about it.