[ maybe, sometimes. he knows he should, that he deserves it more than the others, but he also know they died trying to get him and the others here - away from WICKED. maybe this isn't much better, but it's alive, and he's not wasting that by croaking on purpose.
and there's another lecture. this guy seems intent on finding something to criticize, and thomas is actually irrate enough to push himself up to stand, turning to step up to the guy in the hood, worked up and holding the temper of a 16 year old, but not speaking like it's a teenage tantrum. more so someone who was done dealing with this shit a long time ago. ]
What do you think I'm doing? That message board in the lab room? I put it up. The grating protecting the windows on the cars? That was me. If there is any speck of a chance that I can get each and every last one of these people through this alive, I'll do whatever I have to to make that happen.
But I'm not stupid enough to think that'll happen. Not everyone.
[ He pauses, breathing through his mouth as he feels his hands having turning to fists at his side, clenched too tight. ]
You don't know me. You don't know what lessons I need to learn or philosophies I need to come to terms with. [ his eyes run over the guy again, and thomas shakes his head. no. fuck this. ] Being an adult and having some special uniform doesn't make you know better than me either.
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[ maybe, sometimes. he knows he should, that he deserves it more than the others, but he also know they died trying to get him and the others here - away from WICKED. maybe this isn't much better, but it's alive, and he's not wasting that by croaking on purpose.
and there's another lecture. this guy seems intent on finding something to criticize, and thomas is actually irrate enough to push himself up to stand, turning to step up to the guy in the hood, worked up and holding the temper of a 16 year old, but not speaking like it's a teenage tantrum. more so someone who was done dealing with this shit a long time ago. ]
What do you think I'm doing? That message board in the lab room? I put it up. The grating protecting the windows on the cars? That was me. If there is any speck of a chance that I can get each and every last one of these people through this alive, I'll do whatever I have to to make that happen.
But I'm not stupid enough to think that'll happen. Not everyone.
[ He pauses, breathing through his mouth as he feels his hands having turning to fists at his side, clenched too tight. ]
You don't know me. You don't know what lessons I need to learn or philosophies I need to come to terms with. [ his eyes run over the guy again, and thomas shakes his head. no. fuck this. ] Being an adult and having some special uniform doesn't make you know better than me either.