"That's a problem!" If they could put the word out there, then any appearances and attempts on them would be assassination. "You can't have all of your freedoms taken away if it goes down like we both think it might!" He was riling up all over again thinking about how Gabe would be forced to go off the grid, into hiding even if they planned a short-term dive into that. They could contact those that knew them and now... maybe not.
His own bandages were reflecting the difficulties of their struggle against each other, but he ignored it, pointedly wouldn't look down at them right now. He pushed at the arms around him, trying to pry them off even if meant dropping the sniper rifle and ended up with him leaning more on Reyes than away.
"I'll only take out anyone that stands in my way." It might not even involve killing, though he was feeling like he could definitely be in that mode. "I'm their golden boy and the public will be less willing to think of me as a traitor." It might still work, but he wasn't thinking clearly either, too angry, to hurt.
He finally looked at the hand that he had beaten the floor with and recognized a broken knuckle with how displaced it was. He shook his head, a dry choked sound leaving him. "I damn well broke my hand. What sort of asshole does that?" He shook his head at the same time he shook his head as if that would correct the problem. "I can't protect you from this..."
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Date: 2019-07-08 06:01 pm (UTC)His own bandages were reflecting the difficulties of their struggle against each other, but he ignored it, pointedly wouldn't look down at them right now. He pushed at the arms around him, trying to pry them off even if meant dropping the sniper rifle and ended up with him leaning more on Reyes than away.
"I'll only take out anyone that stands in my way." It might not even involve killing, though he was feeling like he could definitely be in that mode. "I'm their golden boy and the public will be less willing to think of me as a traitor." It might still work, but he wasn't thinking clearly either, too angry, to hurt.
He finally looked at the hand that he had beaten the floor with and recognized a broken knuckle with how displaced it was. He shook his head, a dry choked sound leaving him. "I damn well broke my hand. What sort of asshole does that?" He shook his head at the same time he shook his head as if that would correct the problem. "I can't protect you from this..."