[He just stares stubbornly, his expression staying just as cold.
But the removal of the bullets does seem to have an impact on him: his eyes widen, and he flinches slightly when the bullets clatter to the ground and roll by his feet. He stares down at them silently for a moment, calculating. The action does speak volumes, but...
He raises a hand to rub at his eyes.] One mistake too many... [He sighs shakily and drops his hand to his side, looking at Thomas somberly as he speaks.] It is not only that you have betrayed my trust-- it is that you have destroyed a life so recklessly. [He can't be sure if Thomas can really understand that.] It is not something I can easily forgive you for... And perhaps it is not my judgement to make.
[Hesitantly, he crouches and reaches for the bullets, picking them both up in one hand before he stands again. He briefly examines them in the palm of his hand, then pockets them, keeping his eye on Thomas.] ... If you truly want to help... So be it. You will follow my lead. [As conflicted as he feels, they can use all the help they can get. And he's really not in any shape to be fighting alone. He glares sharply for a moment longer before he turns, surveying the battle scenes again, clamping a hand over his bandage as he thinks. Zorua glances over her shoulder at him and barks something.]
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But the removal of the bullets does seem to have an impact on him: his eyes widen, and he flinches slightly when the bullets clatter to the ground and roll by his feet. He stares down at them silently for a moment, calculating. The action does speak volumes, but...
He raises a hand to rub at his eyes.] One mistake too many... [He sighs shakily and drops his hand to his side, looking at Thomas somberly as he speaks.] It is not only that you have betrayed my trust-- it is that you have destroyed a life so recklessly. [He can't be sure if Thomas can really understand that.] It is not something I can easily forgive you for... And perhaps it is not my judgement to make.
[Hesitantly, he crouches and reaches for the bullets, picking them both up in one hand before he stands again. He briefly examines them in the palm of his hand, then pockets them, keeping his eye on Thomas.] ... If you truly want to help... So be it. You will follow my lead. [As conflicted as he feels, they can use all the help they can get. And he's really not in any shape to be fighting alone. He glares sharply for a moment longer before he turns, surveying the battle scenes again, clamping a hand over his bandage as he thinks. Zorua glances over her shoulder at him and barks something.]
I know. Stay on guard.