[He moves again, tugging them inside of one of the houses and closing the door behind them. It's seemingly empty, but there's no lock on the door- why would there be one? Rome looks over the inside of the one-room shack, frowning. A bathroom, a closet, both with curtains over the doorways instead of actual doors. Not much cover to be had.
He doesn't look at Tucker.]
I am. [Rome agrees quietly, closing the windows and then the curtains behind them.]
We are all subhuman. The difference between us is that I know my place. They didn't accept theirs and this is the consequence.
[Most of the clamor has died down outside. Rome pauses, withdrawing his own gun and presses himself to the wall, peering out of the window from his position next to it, looking through the slat between the curtain and the wall. His focus is trained on the few inches of visibility it offers him, razor sharp, ready to spring into action if need be.]
no subject
[He moves again, tugging them inside of one of the houses and closing the door behind them. It's seemingly empty, but there's no lock on the door- why would there be one? Rome looks over the inside of the one-room shack, frowning. A bathroom, a closet, both with curtains over the doorways instead of actual doors. Not much cover to be had.
He doesn't look at Tucker.]
I am. [Rome agrees quietly, closing the windows and then the curtains behind them.]
We are all subhuman. The difference between us is that I know my place. They didn't accept theirs and this is the consequence.
[Most of the clamor has died down outside. Rome pauses, withdrawing his own gun and presses himself to the wall, peering out of the window from his position next to it, looking through the slat between the curtain and the wall. His focus is trained on the few inches of visibility it offers him, razor sharp, ready to spring into action if need be.]
I follow orders. It's what I was made to do.