"Waddaya think I am, some kinda sucker?" His stare is hard, pointed, the orange glow of molten metal. "What, y'think I'm just gonna roll over all oh, okay, well if you say so! No!"
Words don't change anything. Words don't bring anyone back, or return what's been lost. They can't repair bodies and minds. If it weren't for them, for the fucking government trying to please the omnics, he'd be-- he'd...
... well, he may be a lot less interesting, honestly.
"You're not gonna win my bloody trust or whatever it is you're tryin' ta do, it's not gonna work! I don't trust you and I don't wanna! 'Cause guess what happens then? I turn my back on you for ten seconds and boom! There go the rest of me limbs! Or maybe even somethin' really important!" Not that he's keen on the idea of losing his other limbs, mind. "So you can just take whatever you're hopin' ta do with all your fakey good will rubbish and blow it right up your arse, 'cause I'm not takin' it!"
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Date: 2016-11-29 07:50 pm (UTC)Words don't change anything. Words don't bring anyone back, or return what's been lost. They can't repair bodies and minds. If it weren't for them, for the fucking government trying to please the omnics, he'd be-- he'd...
... well, he may be a lot less interesting, honestly.
"You're not gonna win my bloody trust or whatever it is you're tryin' ta do, it's not gonna work! I don't trust you and I don't wanna! 'Cause guess what happens then? I turn my back on you for ten seconds and boom! There go the rest of me limbs! Or maybe even somethin' really important!" Not that he's keen on the idea of losing his other limbs, mind. "So you can just take whatever you're hopin' ta do with all your fakey good will rubbish and blow it right up your arse, 'cause I'm not takin' it!"