[ She'd nudged him with her hip, so he nudges her with his elbow. ]
If you're willing to stick around a little longer.
[ Then he watches her point the fork at him, looking down at it with an amused grin. His expression here represents his own deflection, like he can maintain something of a light and casual demeanor despite the severity of all that they'd survived this past evening-- despite the severity he carried so readily in the way he comported himself when Hana first arrived. It's like he wants to take it all back, a part of him not ready to embrace the here and now... even as another part of him already does. ]
Well, relearning how to be a team player won't just help me. It'll help everyone in this insurgency.
So you won't hear an argument from me.
[ Though saying such words indicate his presence of mind, he's momentarily distracted by his own thoughts. The bacon is left hovering in front of him until Hana bids him to eat, and it's only then that he takes the offer, catching it with his mouth. It's after chewing and swallowing the piece that he continues, ]
It's a very daunting tug o' war. For every effort of ours to expedite the healing, there are those like the Magistrate keen on inflicting more wounds. The whole conflict is just so cyclical, and yet it worsens by the day.
[ By speaking, though, Dick leads himself to realize something. ]
Then again, that was always the same dilemma. Even before.
The threats we dealt with back then seemed endless. Impossible. But we never gave up.
I think I needed this, Hana. Needed you. The fire in me was fading, but you've reignited it.
So I'm getting back up, alright? And I'm gonna be the leader this insurgency needs to put a stop to the Magistrate. Just watch.
[ Yet for all the seriousness of his words, here, he looks down at his to-go box. ]
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[ She'd nudged him with her hip, so he nudges her with his elbow. ]
If you're willing to stick around a little longer.
[ Then he watches her point the fork at him, looking down at it with an amused grin. His expression here represents his own deflection, like he can maintain something of a light and casual demeanor despite the severity of all that they'd survived this past evening-- despite the severity he carried so readily in the way he comported himself when Hana first arrived. It's like he wants to take it all back, a part of him not ready to embrace the here and now... even as another part of him already does. ]
Well, relearning how to be a team player won't just help me. It'll help everyone in this insurgency.
So you won't hear an argument from me.
[ Though saying such words indicate his presence of mind, he's momentarily distracted by his own thoughts. The bacon is left hovering in front of him until Hana bids him to eat, and it's only then that he takes the offer, catching it with his mouth. It's after chewing and swallowing the piece that he continues, ]
It's a very daunting tug o' war. For every effort of ours to expedite the healing, there are those like the Magistrate keen on inflicting more wounds. The whole conflict is just so cyclical, and yet it worsens by the day.
[ By speaking, though, Dick leads himself to realize something. ]
Then again, that was always the same dilemma. Even before.
The threats we dealt with back then seemed endless. Impossible. But we never gave up.
I think I needed this, Hana. Needed you. The fire in me was fading, but you've reignited it.
So I'm getting back up, alright? And I'm gonna be the leader this insurgency needs to put a stop to the Magistrate. Just watch.
[ Yet for all the seriousness of his words, here, he looks down at his to-go box. ]
Uh, another bacon though, please.