"Oh, I've been ready!" His eyes are pure flame, his grin more akin to bared fangs. "I barely know where ta start! Guess I'll start with the most important thing here: we can't trust ya! Not a one of ya! Far as we know, y'could wake up tomorrow, or switch on or whatever, an' decide hey, yanno what'd be swell? Blowin' up alla humanity again!"
He gestures wildly as he speaks, his entire frame thrown into each word, years of rage spilling forth through his body and words.
"I mean, s'not like ya didn't kill off enough a' us the first time around, yeah? Some of us even had families left, god forbid!" He slams a hand down on the rough rubber, his heavy prosthetic, the sound dull and weighty. "Who's to say you're not gonna try an' finish the job?"
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Date: 2016-11-26 10:08 pm (UTC)He gestures wildly as he speaks, his entire frame thrown into each word, years of rage spilling forth through his body and words.
"I mean, s'not like ya didn't kill off enough a' us the first time around, yeah? Some of us even had families left, god forbid!" He slams a hand down on the rough rubber, his heavy prosthetic, the sound dull and weighty. "Who's to say you're not gonna try an' finish the job?"