"Glad you thought our world was fucking perfect. Didn't know you were such an optimist. As for the blood? I gotta do what I gotta do," He sounds as though his mind's made up. "If it knocks me down for a little while, I'm just a human. I can't offer much." All he can do is ask questions. "If my guy can figure out what's up with the blood samples, it might tell us something and someone needs to do it."
But that war thing?
He can't do it. He doesn't say anything, but he can't deal with seeing another six-year-old with shrapnel in them- the memories of Cole and some bad incidents in the teens and early twenties are still fresh with him. But they'll never have that chance for a fair trial among their peers, and honestly if they're being driven to this they deserve the chance to go home as they see fit.
"I heard there are limitations to how far people can teleport or what things can move through. Would it be possible that the Head is underground or well out of that projection range? Because I'd be fuckin' shocked if the thing is just sitting its actual damn self out in the open for all to see."
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But that war thing?
He can't do it. He doesn't say anything, but he can't deal with seeing another six-year-old with shrapnel in them- the memories of Cole and some bad incidents in the teens and early twenties are still fresh with him. But they'll never have that chance for a fair trial among their peers, and honestly if they're being driven to this they deserve the chance to go home as they see fit.
"I heard there are limitations to how far people can teleport or what things can move through. Would it be possible that the Head is underground or well out of that projection range? Because I'd be fuckin' shocked if the thing is just sitting its actual damn self out in the open for all to see."