"If there WERE any danger here, don't you think you would have seen some hint of it already?"
Dias gave the (now dripping wet, as were most of the rest of them, but Dias was faintly surprised how much satisfaction there was to be had in seeing this man Hojo looking like a drowned rat) kidnapper a withering look. "Not if they were hoping to draw us inside, no," he said with finality. Then he turned his back on the man; there were enough distractions without him, and his words carried the least weight.
His gaze rested briefly on the tall, leather-clad man that had just unfolded himself from the buggy. Dias had learned to trust his instincts years ago, as evidenced by the fact that he was still alive, and something about the man unsettled him. The fact that he looked almost as surly as their captive didn't help, either, because at least Hojo was bound and relatively harmless...
But Dias was sufficiently distracted from his concerns by Edgeworth's accepting, well, pretty much all of his offered advice, which was gratifying; promising, even, in that it suggested that the man was both intelligent enough to learn and to accept the advice of those who knew better.
That he seemed to be looking to Dias for approval...well, that was also good, although it was a lot better for Dias than Edgeworth himself. A man that easily led could be easily manipulated...
Fortunately for Edgeworth, Dias didn't have much patience for underhanded machinations. If the man let him call the shots, then all that meant was that Dias would be able to get his job done more effectively; his only interests remained finishing the job, getting paid, and making his way back to Alphonse and the others.
"You're the boss," he replied to Edgeworth's inquiry, although he at least gave the other man a nod to show his approval. Then he shifted his gaze over to Hojo again. "If that one makes trouble while I'm gone, break some of his fingers. Start with the thumbs."
Of course, Dias doubted any of his new 'mercenary' companions (except, possibly, the tattooed one...) were ruthless enough to actually break Hojo's fingers. But the graphic threat alone might be effective enough to keep the man in line.
"You should tell me what the people I'm looking for look like before I go," he added, glancing back at Edgeworth again.
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Dias gave the (now dripping wet, as were most of the rest of them, but Dias was faintly surprised how much satisfaction there was to be had in seeing this man Hojo looking like a drowned rat) kidnapper a withering look. "Not if they were hoping to draw us inside, no," he said with finality. Then he turned his back on the man; there were enough distractions without him, and his words carried the least weight.
His gaze rested briefly on the tall, leather-clad man that had just unfolded himself from the buggy. Dias had learned to trust his instincts years ago, as evidenced by the fact that he was still alive, and something about the man unsettled him. The fact that he looked almost as surly as their captive didn't help, either, because at least Hojo was bound and relatively harmless...
But Dias was sufficiently distracted from his concerns by Edgeworth's accepting, well, pretty much all of his offered advice, which was gratifying; promising, even, in that it suggested that the man was both intelligent enough to learn and to accept the advice of those who knew better.
That he seemed to be looking to Dias for approval...well, that was also good, although it was a lot better for Dias than Edgeworth himself. A man that easily led could be easily manipulated...
Fortunately for Edgeworth, Dias didn't have much patience for underhanded machinations. If the man let him call the shots, then all that meant was that Dias would be able to get his job done more effectively; his only interests remained finishing the job, getting paid, and making his way back to Alphonse and the others.
"You're the boss," he replied to Edgeworth's inquiry, although he at least gave the other man a nod to show his approval. Then he shifted his gaze over to Hojo again. "If that one makes trouble while I'm gone, break some of his fingers. Start with the thumbs."
Of course, Dias doubted any of his new 'mercenary' companions (except, possibly, the tattooed one...) were ruthless enough to actually break Hojo's fingers. But the graphic threat alone might be effective enough to keep the man in line.
"You should tell me what the people I'm looking for look like before I go," he added, glancing back at Edgeworth again.