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renard's smile widened at her pause, her accompanying chuckle. good question: just a shame it wasn't one they were willing to give an answer so easily. smoother ways to find one; a name was hardly fair collateral for an occupation when their occupation was what it was these days. all that time among the saints – that had been as close to genuine as renard got, at first. 

now it was spying. and this agreement with yuèlóng wasn't that much different.

it hadn't been so long since they'd left, and even if it had been, renard knew the scent of the saints by now. three months only, but those were things they were trained to memorize, and there was no trace of it on her. donovan wouldn't have sent some new recruit after them, if he even cared at all.

if he had, well. it would be a learning experience for them. wasn't that what this whole trip south had been about, before donovan had taken it upon himself to fuck everything up?

"a soldier of sorts," renard returned. every good lie had a little truth in it and this one was no different. "i'm renard." their eyes on her face didn't shift, and it was getting a little annoying, to tell the truth, not being able to put the proverbial finger on this. they should have been able to.

their nostrils flared. "you know," they said, "i could say the same for you."