[He doesn't know what's going on, not really, entranced by the vision. He recognised most of the people there; those idiots who'd got him locked up, and Carolina of course. But why so many versions of Tex? But at the same time, it's easy to lose himself in the memory, get sucked into it.
It takes a moment when Tex speaks, and not the crackling distorted sound of the others that surround them. He stares at her and finally tolts his head and nods.]
Re: the future's in our hands
It takes a moment when Tex speaks, and not the crackling distorted sound of the others that surround them. He stares at her and finally tolts his head and nods.]
Can always use another hand.