He aborts, and sighs crisply as he runs a hand over his face, pinching the bridge of his nose for a few seconds. The smell of food is distracting, but he can ignore the noises of serving up for a moment.
"Bucky, my partner before I went blind was a man named Peter Yang."
You know, that incredibly white name in the 1930s.
"There is a world of difference between being a racist piece of shit to him because he's half-Chinese and acknowledging that there are certain circles of Arkham that will. And that I would be the one at fault if I dragged him there ignorant of the fact and got him hurt, or worse." He glares flatly in the direction of that familiar density of presence. "How the fuck am I supposed to be mindful of those things if I can't fucking see them? How else am I meant to fucking learn about why people react badly to someone if no-one fucking tells me?!"
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He aborts, and sighs crisply as he runs a hand over his face, pinching the bridge of his nose for a few seconds. The smell of food is distracting, but he can ignore the noises of serving up for a moment.
"Bucky, my partner before I went blind was a man named Peter Yang."
You know, that incredibly white name in the 1930s.
"There is a world of difference between being a racist piece of shit to him because he's half-Chinese and acknowledging that there are certain circles of Arkham that will. And that I would be the one at fault if I dragged him there ignorant of the fact and got him hurt, or worse." He glares flatly in the direction of that familiar density of presence. "How the fuck am I supposed to be mindful of those things if I can't fucking see them? How else am I meant to fucking learn about why people react badly to someone if no-one fucking tells me?!"