[ Andyr squints at him, shaking his head, as if that has nothing to do with what this is, and Nick's just being ridiculous. ]
And if any of these people could get a tranq dart in you, they'd turn you into one in a second. And anyone else like you. How were you planning to get to Cassie's mom from Division, combat roll your way around everyone?
[ For Andyr, the violence isn't a choice, but so long as it's himself wielding it, he isn't a weapon. Or, at the very least, he's his own weapon, and that's the best he can hope for. He tells himself it's defense, either for himself or someone else, that there's no choice to it, and getting the freedom to have peace requires this. it's obligatory as simply the right thing to do. Andyr's told himself a lot of things while trying to survive in Hapsburg, attempts to warp his mind so that he could find a means to accept it, or at least live with it, in some strange way. If he wasn't convinced of them by now, it wouldn't have been so effective. ]
Nick-- [ He starts, but the door's slammed open and Nick doesn't seem willing to have a discussion of it. Either way, Andyr can't argue it with him and defend against whatever reinforcements are headed for them. ] Fine. Whatever.
[ Unloading what's left in the gun's clip into whoever he can get a good aim on, he tucks the weapon into the back of his jeans and turns to run, following Nick out the door. ]
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And if any of these people could get a tranq dart in you, they'd turn you into one in a second. And anyone else like you. How were you planning to get to Cassie's mom from Division, combat roll your way around everyone?
[ For Andyr, the violence isn't a choice, but so long as it's himself wielding it, he isn't a weapon. Or, at the very least, he's his own weapon, and that's the best he can hope for. He tells himself it's defense, either for himself or someone else, that there's no choice to it, and getting the freedom to have peace requires this. it's obligatory as simply the right thing to do. Andyr's told himself a lot of things while trying to survive in Hapsburg, attempts to warp his mind so that he could find a means to accept it, or at least live with it, in some strange way. If he wasn't convinced of them by now, it wouldn't have been so effective. ]
Nick-- [ He starts, but the door's slammed open and Nick doesn't seem willing to have a discussion of it. Either way, Andyr can't argue it with him and defend against whatever reinforcements are headed for them. ] Fine. Whatever.
[ Unloading what's left in the gun's clip into whoever he can get a good aim on, he tucks the weapon into the back of his jeans and turns to run, following Nick out the door. ]