"Do you remember the guy we sent? You know the one that immediately lost communication with us?"
David looked up from the steak he had been trying, and failing to eat with his new prosthetic arm, which Icarus would have felt bad for had David not insisted on doing the task by himself.
"Yeah-"
The statement was cut off by a crash as David's metal arm collided with the table they sat on, to which David dismissed by sending a disapproving glare at it, though Icarus couldn't quite tell what it would accomplish.
"You ever wonder what happened to him, or feel kinda bad?"
David infact, did not. At least that's what his expression of pure disappointment and shock told him.
"The only times I worry about what happened to that guy are whenever I worry he's alive. The guy killed hundreds, man. All for some cash."
He threw his fork on the table before continuing.
"Hell, we don't even know if it was in the hundreds. Just small bits of info like his name and address, which, mind you, had at least a hundred documents of past missing persons labeled as targets."
"But…"
The words dried out on his tongue, as his mouth turned sour.
"Didn't he develop amnesia before departing? He's being punished for a crime he functionally hasn't committed."
David raised an eyebrow at this.
"You know amnesia is recoverable, right? And even if it wasn't, somebody has to pay for the lives he murdered, and I wouldn't stand for a martyr."
The restaurant parlor was oddly silent after that, with multiple couples staring at them with odd looks placed on their faces.
He felt a heat rise to his cheeks.
"Hey David…"
David looked up from his steak that he was struggling to cut to glance at Icarus's expression.
"What?"
"I-I think they heard us."
David froze at this before smoothly placing a false grin on his face, acting like all was normal.
"But his actor has been doing great, right?" He winked at Icarus before continuing, "I mean, even thinking back on it, his performance draws me in. It felt so real."
Icarus spoke up, adding to the story, stuttering a bit as he did so.
"Yeah, I mean, if no other companies sign him, I might just do it myself."
David burst out laughing at the statement.
"Like you could do that, you have trouble talking to anything that isn't a stack of files."
The eyes were off them now. Icarus felt relieved, albeit a little frustrated at the man's words.
"Really?" His eye twitched. "Bold words coming from a guy who would talk to himself in a padded room for hours on end."
The room went silent once more.
"…"
"Maybe we should just go."