[ Matt's a bit startled himself. At least, his eyes are wide in the fire's orange gleam, flickering between Koby and the burning pages. Koby clutches his remaining papers to his chest, and Matt's gaze follows the movement before landing on Koby's face. ]
What are you doing? [ he asks.
On one level, it's obvious. And Matt's in favor of infosec in theory, if rarely in practice. But he cherishes his own notes and occult scribblings, even his stupid doodles like the one he'd sent Alina. He can't imagine parting with them like Koby's doing, unless the act of burning them was some sort of ritual in itself.
The fire is too warm to linger by; Matt steps back, pushing the sleeves of Alia's pink sweatshirt up past his elbows. ]
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What are you doing? [ he asks.
On one level, it's obvious. And Matt's in favor of infosec in theory, if rarely in practice. But he cherishes his own notes and occult scribblings, even his stupid doodles like the one he'd sent Alina. He can't imagine parting with them like Koby's doing, unless the act of burning them was some sort of ritual in itself.
The fire is too warm to linger by; Matt steps back, pushing the sleeves of Alia's pink sweatshirt up past his elbows. ]