[The worst part is that he looks defeated. More so than he had before, when he had indignant contempt to drive him. More so when he could just hate Cipher, or the Skulls. He hates asking for help. And he has to again.]
[But he knows otherwise he'll run himself ragged, and he doesn't want to have to get rid of one of his attempts to move on by giving her off to someone else's care for good, not when she's obviously already attached herself.]
[Guilty or not, John's helping more than he knows.]
I'm working on it.
[It's only because he's already seen his prosthetics that Miller pulls up his pants leg once he's sat again. The cap and generator are shredded on one side, the leg above it bandage.] All it took was one. Those bastards were nasty.
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[But he knows otherwise he'll run himself ragged, and he doesn't want to have to get rid of one of his attempts to move on by giving her off to someone else's care for good, not when she's obviously already attached herself.]
[Guilty or not, John's helping more than he knows.]
I'm working on it.
[It's only because he's already seen his prosthetics that Miller pulls up his pants leg once he's sat again. The cap and generator are shredded on one side, the leg above it bandage.] All it took was one. Those bastards were nasty.