Quentin laughs, and it's sharp. A little wild as he cocks his head to the side. His grin may not be visible behind the scarf over his mouth, but it isn't kind. The wings disturb his coat again, a hint of green neon visible in the usual pattern.
"What can I say? Not all of us can be super-soldiers. Not all of us want to be chipped like pets. So."
A jerky shrug, shoulders shifting oddly. Like he's a bit more monster than man. "Safety, certainty. I'll take this over being nothing any day."
He'll take the opportunity to fight with teeth and claw instead of walking some metaphorical tightrope again, trying not to fall out of good graces. He's fallen enough times, shattered at least once, and so- he has teeth. And he'll make that everybody's problem.
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17/11/22 05:50 (UTC)"What can I say? Not all of us can be super-soldiers. Not all of us want to be chipped like pets. So."
A jerky shrug, shoulders shifting oddly. Like he's a bit more monster than man. "Safety, certainty. I'll take this over being nothing any day."
He'll take the opportunity to fight with teeth and claw instead of walking some metaphorical tightrope again, trying not to fall out of good graces. He's fallen enough times, shattered at least once, and so- he has teeth. And he'll make that everybody's problem.