Where The Lines Overlap

[Cage Wallace]

I can barely control this feeling, look at the ambition in my eyes, then count to five . . .

This was not how it was meant to happen. His people weren't meant to die, he wasn't meant to be a prisoner. Cage was suppose to save them, to have given them the life they had been dreaming about for centuries. A life out in the fresh air, under the stars, among the trees, not trapped in that bunker. But it hadn't happened that way. His father was dead, all of his people, with the exception of Carl Emerson, had died in the mountain. As for himself, he had been captured by the grounder he had once experimented on. Lincoln, he had heard them call him. Lincoln had taken him back to their camp, where he had been held in the same cell Emerson had one been held in. And then he had heard, through the grapevine, that they were moving into Mount Weather. They had cleared out the bodies of the people they had killed, and taken their home. Cage was disgusted by them. The hours dragged days, the days into months, and each day they came to him. Maybe they were looking for answers, closure even, for him to accept the blame they'd laid at his feet. But Cage was not so easily rattled. He held his tongue, refusing to give them the satisfaction of breaking him. He would rather die before giving in. He was sitting with his back to the door when it opened, not wanting to speak with them today. He'd grown quite tired of being interrogated. "One would have thought you people would have learned by now that I do not want to talk." He said, his voice lace with irritation and sarcasm. Tag: Baron Tseng

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[Baron Tseng]

Tell me, I forget. Show me, I remember

Baron couldn't say he was entirely surprised when they asked him to speak with Cage. It was clear they were making no progress with him; that whatever tactics they were using were to no avail. Baron was unsure whether he would have much more luck. But he also knew the ability to remain objective was not something so easily maintained. Perhaps that was the only advantage he had over some of the others. Never the less, he accepted the request, and it was not long until he made his way through the doors of where he was being held. Baron gave a nod to the guard, allowing him to step out of the room. Leaving only him and Cage. Baron was not discouraged by Cage's words immediately spoken upon his arrival. "Hello Mr. Wallace," Baron began, slightly lowering his upper body, unsure if Cage saw. It was an action that his parents had taught him at a young age upon greeting another. Baron took a few steps closer, setting down the two cups of water he had brought them before sitting on the floor. It was another custom instilled in him. A connection to the ground. A sign of equality. For Baron knew he was not above nor below Cage. He supposed the fundamental struggle that everyone faced, was who deserved to live and die. The value that each group put on human lives. "My name is Baron Tseng," he introduced, his back straight as he sat with crossed legs. "I wanted to offer my condolences, for all you have lost." Baron never believed that death was deserved. Whatever crimes a person committed, would not be absolved by ending their lives. As the phrase went . . . an eye for an eye leaves the whole world blind. Tag Cage Wallace

                           involve me, I understand

[Cage Wallace]

I can barely control this feeling, look at the ambition in my eyes, then count to five . . .

Cage did not make any attempt to be welcoming; he kept his back to Baron, did not acknowledged him when he introduced himself, and even sneered when he offered his condolences. He did nothing until silence enveloped them, and then he stood. There was a silent rage to the Mountain Man; an anger so strong that he seemed to vibrate with it. He glared down at the other man, not caring that he was seated on the ground in what was surely a sign of mutual respect, not caring that he had thus far been cordial, respectful even. "You have come to offer me your condolences, is that right, Mister Tseng?" There was malice to his words, an unmistakable disdain as he addressed him. Typically Cage was able to contain his emotions, to be in charge of himself and remain level headed and tactful. But given the circumstances, one could not blame him for being so callous. "In that case where are they? The ones who killed my father, killed my people." He said while looking about with sarcastic expectancy, making a show, before turning his narrowed eyes back to Bacon. "That is the only way I will accept them, that I will forgive your people for eradicating mine. The only way is if you hand over those responsible and allow me to bring them justice." He knew that it wouldn't happen, not now, not ever. He was the bad guy here, not them. And the Sky People were loyal, a trait that Cage would have found admirable had things not progress the way they had. Tag: Baron Tseng

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