[The disorientation passes. Confusion settles into its place, not that he allows it to show. He'd last been standing in a room with his and Charles' small army, listening to the president as he addressed the nation. All he could think of then was how the humans would turn on them soon enough. They'd change their tune. Become frightened. Irrational and violent in their fear of what they did not and could not understand.
Now, he stood on the precipice of feeling exactly that way himself. The red dirt coated his throat, left him choking. Still. After the welcome speech and his agreement to 'behave', the taste of the dust lingered. Walking out of the Reset Room in a bright pink jumpsuit, unfortunate really, he glances down at the young man and his device.]
Why would you assume that they haven't? They do. Whether we believe that or not is up to us.
put a sock in it
Now, he stood on the precipice of feeling exactly that way himself. The red dirt coated his throat, left him choking. Still. After the welcome speech and his agreement to 'behave', the taste of the dust lingered. Walking out of the Reset Room in a bright pink jumpsuit, unfortunate really, he glances down at the young man and his device.]
Why would you assume that they haven't?
They do. Whether we believe that or not is up to us.