"Without me?" hurts more than he thought it would. Numbers feels like he's being scolded, reprimanded. And perhaps he ought to be. It was a stupid move, upon reflection, but what was his other option? To just sit here in suburban hell, waiting for whatever would happen next?
I wanted-- As he signs "WANT", his clawed hands inadvertently seize up into fists. Jaw still clenched, he focuses on keeping his answers as short and to the point as possible. He shakes his head unevenly, then tries again. I wanted to do something. I wanted to get out. So I went.
In theory, it would be like jostling the hive to try and scope out the queen. But rarely did things go the way that Numbers planned. He simmers, his hands moving jerkily as he gestures towards Wrench in an accusatory manner. When he's too stubborn to accept his own flaws, Numbers instinctively pushes the blame towards Wrench.
You just wanted to sit and wait. But for how long? Don't you want to leave?
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I wanted-- As he signs "WANT", his clawed hands inadvertently seize up into fists. Jaw still clenched, he focuses on keeping his answers as short and to the point as possible. He shakes his head unevenly, then tries again. I wanted to do something. I wanted to get out. So I went.
In theory, it would be like jostling the hive to try and scope out the queen. But rarely did things go the way that Numbers planned. He simmers, his hands moving jerkily as he gestures towards Wrench in an accusatory manner. When he's too stubborn to accept his own flaws, Numbers instinctively pushes the blame towards Wrench.
You just wanted to sit and wait. But for how long? Don't you want to leave?