The body in front of him stirs and he closes the diary in anticipation of him waking up. He remains still however and Steve returns to his writing. He was a little annoyed that, with his style of work being so elegant, with him back to being the well-oiled killing machine he worked long and hard to be, there was now nobody around to appreciate it.
He never really cared about recognition before. He knew records were kept of his work, appreciated even if nobody at the agency said anything, so for the first time, it bothered him:
Is it still expression if nobody is around to witness it? Does it count? Is nature my patron now? A blind and cruel customer.
Personally I think art must be both intentional AND witnessed by an