http://hamelinschild.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] hamelinschild.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute 2009-10-15 08:41 pm (UTC)

With the nudge, Hart caught on quickly and put his arm around the other, drawing him in some with hand rested along the curve of Scourge's far shoulder.

Deep breath, he coached himself. He still wasn't alone.
No more falling to pieces, okay? Look, you've gotta look out for him. --and not just because Wally would have your ass over it. So to speak.
This time he didn't mind so much.

--but a robot. Really, Hart? I thought you had better taste than that.
Or so he thought.

Though, with the actualization of being a part of a team again, it was time to stop dragging in the role of the victim (as true and well placed as it may have been) and time to stand firm. There were people out there who needed help, and being able-bodied (--of 'sound mind' was a title he wasn't about to pretend he could wear yet), they were duty-bound to do something about it. Not because anyone was 'good' or 'bad', but because they were all in here together, pitted against something bigger and crueler than they could ever be. Human or otherwise, they had a right to live, and whoever this Landel bastard was--he was infringing on that.

Time to kick ass.

"I should be getting a map of this place in the morning. Between that and your experience--" That comment is left open to mean either of them. "--we should have an excellent grasp of the place. I'll leave a message out to Abe to see what he thinks of all of it, but would either of you two object to meeting up for breakfast? After--" he gave a quiet, albeit dry chuckle. "--nerves have settled of course."

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