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barrayar2015-10-02 07:27 pm
angermanaging) wrote in barrayar2015-10-02 07:27 pm
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do not disguise yourself in armor (you are the hugest monster)
[From here.]
Well. Not needing to be rescued was apparently right on the mark.
Bruce eyes him warily, sidelong. Truthfully he hates violence and tries to avoid hurting (killing) even the soldiers after him, goons that they are, because they didn't ask to chase after an enormous green monster. He doesn't want to kill Ross, either-- that's Betty's father, and he has no reason to believe them even estranged. Sometimes they don't get along, he's aware, but she's lost her mother already and that had devastated her for years. She shouldn't have to lose her father, too.
So by and large, Bruce restrains himself from any baser urges. He's a smart-- very, very smart-- human being. He's not a monster. But apparently this man feels no such need for restraint. Is that meant to balance him, maybe?
But again, it's not the time to think about it, which is unexpectedly frustrating. Usually it takes no effort at all for him to remain focused, if not hyper-fixated on the threats around him. Instead, it seems a more remote concern to the warm pressure on his shoulders, which he's uncharacteristically made no move to duck. Caught up in it, Bruce snorts at the comment about his popularity, correctly reading the sarcasm. “Popular, yeah. More like runaway property.” There's a dark undercurrent that belies how much he actively resents and disagrees with that.
He wouldn't be restraining himself if he didn't have something to restrain himself from. And there's a lot he needs to keep packed way down.
“I, uh. I hope downtown is pretty close.” That park looks like an ambush site for sure. He's been jumped in multiple locations like that, with plenty of cover and a lack of innocent bystanders.
Well. Not needing to be rescued was apparently right on the mark.
Bruce eyes him warily, sidelong. Truthfully he hates violence and tries to avoid hurting (killing) even the soldiers after him, goons that they are, because they didn't ask to chase after an enormous green monster. He doesn't want to kill Ross, either-- that's Betty's father, and he has no reason to believe them even estranged. Sometimes they don't get along, he's aware, but she's lost her mother already and that had devastated her for years. She shouldn't have to lose her father, too.
So by and large, Bruce restrains himself from any baser urges. He's a smart-- very, very smart-- human being. He's not a monster. But apparently this man feels no such need for restraint. Is that meant to balance him, maybe?
But again, it's not the time to think about it, which is unexpectedly frustrating. Usually it takes no effort at all for him to remain focused, if not hyper-fixated on the threats around him. Instead, it seems a more remote concern to the warm pressure on his shoulders, which he's uncharacteristically made no move to duck. Caught up in it, Bruce snorts at the comment about his popularity, correctly reading the sarcasm. “Popular, yeah. More like runaway property.” There's a dark undercurrent that belies how much he actively resents and disagrees with that.
He wouldn't be restraining himself if he didn't have something to restrain himself from. And there's a lot he needs to keep packed way down.
“I, uh. I hope downtown is pretty close.” That park looks like an ambush site for sure. He's been jumped in multiple locations like that, with plenty of cover and a lack of innocent bystanders.