nothing can my peace destroy

"Ever-efficient, Lieutenant Travis...!"

Some might bristle, when being watched. Travis is used to it, even if being used to the Boss's lingering eyes is a lot different to the general sensation of being watched by anyone who might take a gander.

Minoth...well, in some ways he's like the Boss #2, incredibly committed and knowledgeable about whatever cryptic mission he might need to send a few folks out on. A little brusque, but with the City's - and Aionios's - best intentions at heart. Quiet, sometimes, because he's seen some snuff. Cares about Ghondor a lot, too.

And in all the other ways, he's completely different. He sings, under his breath, for one thing. Occasionally he responds to Ouroboros in songs, too. When he can't think of anything else to say, he hunches up his arms and hums to himself, something half tune and half words with neither intelligible. It's the sound of gritted teeth, except there's room in between.

All these things, Travis has noticed. Minoth seems to give most City folks he's in no danger of actually harassing this lackadaisical look, like he's a dirty old man in a shiny-new Agnus body and he might as well have himself some fun with it. Travis hasn't worked up the courage to ask if that's true yet, though. Someday. Soon, hopefully. He's an interesting guy!

"Oh, the shark has such teeth..."

So basically, Travis likes having Minoth around. And, foolish as it might be, he finds he hates when Minoth is silent.