[ noting the frown, and hesitance, he takes the scope when offered, with a quietly muttered 'thanks', before turning back toward the gate to peer through it, at the moving figures. he'll be sure to hurry up - metal arm guy doesn't seem fond of parting with his toy.
what he sees, though, is confusing. they look crazed, sure, but... not the same. there aren't the sores, the hair turned out, the moments of sparsed sanity before they're past the Gone. they look... empty. ]
...Those aren't Cranks.
[ half to himself, half to the man with him. remembering himself, he reluctantly turns back to hand the scope over. he'd like to sit here and watch them for longer, but he'll have to go grab his own scope from the weapons shed. with eyebrows drawn in conflict and thought, he shakes his head. ]
Sorry... I don't know. [ a few thousand different guesses stream through his head, most all of them trying to guess at what is WICKED doing, followed up by what if it isn't them, leading into and that's exactly what they'd want me to think. christ. ] I don't know what this is.
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what he sees, though, is confusing. they look crazed, sure, but... not the same. there aren't the sores, the hair turned out, the moments of sparsed sanity before they're past the Gone. they look... empty. ]
...Those aren't Cranks.
[ half to himself, half to the man with him. remembering himself, he reluctantly turns back to hand the scope over. he'd like to sit here and watch them for longer, but he'll have to go grab his own scope from the weapons shed. with eyebrows drawn in conflict and thought, he shakes his head. ]
Sorry... I don't know. [ a few thousand different guesses stream through his head, most all of them trying to guess at what is WICKED doing, followed up by what if it isn't them, leading into and that's exactly what they'd want me to think. christ. ] I don't know what this is.