Even though he knows she can teleport, it takes him by surprise. But as soon as he sees what she's doing, he grabs a few people, too, so they go with him - including a man with stubble and a mop of dark curly hair who gives him a nod of thanks before starting to immediately round up the others and make a counter-plan to deal with the demon.
Thankfully, since Reira was saving them, it doesn't count as insubordination and neither of them get shocked ... by the chip, at least. Whatever Norman expected, it wasn't this outburst. He ignores Cameron, the dark-haired man, who he's come to know as a capable computer tech and strategist, to stare at Reira: first in shock, then dawning horror. Whether it's the thought of a seven year old in a war zone or the fact that she calls him Uncle Norman, something in what she says breaks through the hyperfocus on E+L he's had since the surgeries. She's right, of course she is: and so was Beck, which stings even more because he'd let the other man down. Even if he hadn't seen Peter, it felt as though he'd let him down, too.
"Reira..."
Slowly, he reaches down and locks the safety clasp on his satchel - a clear signal that he no longer has any intention to use the bombs without careful forethought.
"I ... you're right. I ... I don't know what came over me. There're better ways to go about this. ... Are you ... do you need a minute?"
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ninetydegrees
For Reira
21/10/22 13:11 (UTC)Thankfully, since Reira was saving them, it doesn't count as insubordination and neither of them get shocked ... by the chip, at least. Whatever Norman expected, it wasn't this outburst. He ignores Cameron, the dark-haired man, who he's come to know as a capable computer tech and strategist, to stare at Reira: first in shock, then dawning horror. Whether it's the thought of a seven year old in a war zone or the fact that she calls him Uncle Norman, something in what she says breaks through the hyperfocus on E+L he's had since the surgeries. She's right, of course she is: and so was Beck, which stings even more because he'd let the other man down. Even if he hadn't seen Peter, it felt as though he'd let him down, too.
"Reira..."
Slowly, he reaches down and locks the safety clasp on his satchel - a clear signal that he no longer has any intention to use the bombs without careful forethought.
"I ... you're right. I ... I don't know what came over me. There're better ways to go about this. ... Are you ... do you need a minute?"