All of that talk promising aid and good will down the drain for fear of the unknown.
[ Derision, exasperation. Exhaustion. It roughs his voice as plainly as it shows in the slope of his shoulders and in a shift of his weight when he turns back to check on the progress of his friends (and also Fenris, who probably doesn’t have friends). He doesn’t have to look to sense Mystique making short work of the crates between here and the constellation of metallic accents around Eszter’s person.
Humans.
The sentiment is written in weary, blood-cracked lines around his face when he looks more directly to Charles, so deeply interred in every muscle fiber and bone that he needn’t think it. ]
She may be armed, [ is what he thinks instead. ] Tell her to be careful.
[ Then he looks to Fenris’s glow for the thousandth time. Unfortunately intrigue is a poor substitute for trust. Past the way he’s glanced to Charles, there’s no outward indication of a private conversation. Only the negotiations he’s having with the DUPRR at a distance: ]
If you’re not here to help, and you’re not here to learn, what are you here for?
[ He sizes up Johanna last, and only in brief while he struggles with whatever minor malfunction involved in setting her slightly apart from his feelings on the human race in general, at the moment. The usual visceral flood of relief at her being (relatively) alright is still there. ]
no subject
[ Derision, exasperation. Exhaustion. It roughs his voice as plainly as it shows in the slope of his shoulders and in a shift of his weight when he turns back to check on the progress of his friends (and also Fenris, who probably doesn’t have friends). He doesn’t have to look to sense Mystique making short work of the crates between here and the constellation of metallic accents around Eszter’s person.
Humans.
The sentiment is written in weary, blood-cracked lines around his face when he looks more directly to Charles, so deeply interred in every muscle fiber and bone that he needn’t think it. ]
She may be armed, [ is what he thinks instead. ] Tell her to be careful.
[ Then he looks to Fenris’s glow for the thousandth time. Unfortunately intrigue is a poor substitute for trust. Past the way he’s glanced to Charles, there’s no outward indication of a private conversation. Only the negotiations he’s having with the DUPRR at a distance: ]
If you’re not here to help, and you’re not here to learn, what are you here for?
[ He sizes up Johanna last, and only in brief while he struggles with whatever minor malfunction involved in setting her slightly apart from his feelings on the human race in general, at the moment. The usual visceral flood of relief at her being (relatively) alright is still there. ]