( q is quiet in the wake of the news that sends shockwaves throughout the whole of mi6. the death of m should not have come as a surprise to anyone: it isn't as if people in their positions lead long, safe lives. he is on the periphery of death all the time. perhaps he is not out there in the field dealing it himself, but his weapons are used to kill. q is very aware of this fact. but if he's going to be honest, m's death had shaken him as well. everyone dies. even tough old intelligence masters, even legends.
he owes a lot to m, who gave him his first job. m, who chose him above plenty of other older candidates despite the scrunity that q himself experienced upon meeting the likes of bond. q takes a lot of credit for his appointment, of course he does. but he isn't naive enough to think that it was all him - in the labyrinth of political power-plays of mi6, people can be stuck for years without advancing. they just aren't as good as he is.
the news goes around the office and he watches from his spot behind his computer. there are agents that he has never seen crack an expression before looking visibly distraught. m used to be a polarizing figure, but she had been in office so long that most had more or less developed a sort of loyalty to her that was astonishing to watch. q's gaze is drawn towards moneypenny in particular. he watches her dip her head, one hand covering her face, hair wreathing her expression in shadow.
he watches, and wonders if he should say something. but really, what would he say? something about the inevitability of death? it won't help. )
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he owes a lot to m, who gave him his first job. m, who chose him above plenty of other older candidates despite the scrunity that q himself experienced upon meeting the likes of bond. q takes a lot of credit for his appointment, of course he does. but he isn't naive enough to think that it was all him - in the labyrinth of political power-plays of mi6, people can be stuck for years without advancing. they just aren't as good as he is.
the news goes around the office and he watches from his spot behind his computer. there are agents that he has never seen crack an expression before looking visibly distraught. m used to be a polarizing figure, but she had been in office so long that most had more or less developed a sort of loyalty to her that was astonishing to watch. q's gaze is drawn towards moneypenny in particular. he watches her dip her head, one hand covering her face, hair wreathing her expression in shadow.
he watches, and wonders if he should say something. but really, what would he say? something about the inevitability of death? it won't help. )