[He nods slightly, hands finding their way into his pockets as his stance shifts fractionally, the distribution of his weight over his feet readjusting to something a little sturdier, a touch more ready.]
...Yeah. Me too.
[Because of course, he'd be lying if he said he'd never thought about it. He has. At length, across tedious mornings filled with the repetitive hammering of shingles, in sleepless nights of staring at the ceiling, in metal strings blunted against callouses on his fingers and in the cold air that hits the back of his throat before it descends and bites frigid at his lungs from the inside out.
Yeah, he's thought about it.]
I want two things, then, first. Because you know I won't go all-out unless you know what that means.
[Because this is how he chooses to use the power he's been given. This is what he needs, to satisfy his conscience and his honor. Maybe someday that will change, but for right now — ]
So tell me that's what you want. If I'm going to throw Star Platinum at you with everything he's got...then I want to hear you accept those terms first. That's the first thing.
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...Yeah. Me too.
[Because of course, he'd be lying if he said he'd never thought about it. He has. At length, across tedious mornings filled with the repetitive hammering of shingles, in sleepless nights of staring at the ceiling, in metal strings blunted against callouses on his fingers and in the cold air that hits the back of his throat before it descends and bites frigid at his lungs from the inside out.
Yeah, he's thought about it.]
I want two things, then, first. Because you know I won't go all-out unless you know what that means.
[Because this is how he chooses to use the power he's been given. This is what he needs, to satisfy his conscience and his honor. Maybe someday that will change, but for right now — ]
So tell me that's what you want. If I'm going to throw Star Platinum at you with everything he's got...then I want to hear you accept those terms first. That's the first thing.