[His tone softens, the earlier abrasiveness clearly a shield to hide behind. It's so much easier to rant about consoles than think about what happened. Part of him wants to move back to that, to snap at Luka, to come up with some snarky reply.
But that won't do them any good. It feels like honesty is one of the few weapons they have left against these Entities.]
Neither do I. I don't want to... fight again.
[It's occurring to him that their conversation is taking the form of a lover's spat and he grimaces but it beats the alternative. Which is Luka being hunted or maybe killed.]
But we need to talk in person. We need to... work through this.
no subject
[His tone softens, the earlier abrasiveness clearly a shield to hide behind. It's so much easier to rant about consoles than think about what happened. Part of him wants to move back to that, to snap at Luka, to come up with some snarky reply.
But that won't do them any good. It feels like honesty is one of the few weapons they have left against these Entities.]
Neither do I. I don't want to... fight again.
[It's occurring to him that their conversation is taking the form of a lover's spat and he grimaces but it beats the alternative. Which is Luka being hunted or maybe killed.]
But we need to talk in person. We need to... work through this.