Maybe, yeah. Maybe enough. Maybe if he weren't so worn, his patience so thinned, his exhaustion so immense, he'd be less likely to proceed as he does. A wavering hand is extended, prefacing the snap of his phalanges, the spark of an amber light buried deep in his left eyesocket before it flickers out once more.
The double's SOUL goes blue, locking him down with a heaviness, the weight of additional gravity. It won't hurt. It won't do much of anything other than make it real, real hard for him to bolt.]
Correct me if I'm wrong, but I'm thinkin' it's 'cause you're just so nice like that.
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Maybe, yeah. Maybe enough. Maybe if he weren't so worn, his patience so thinned, his exhaustion so immense, he'd be less likely to proceed as he does. A wavering hand is extended, prefacing the snap of his phalanges, the spark of an amber light buried deep in his left eyesocket before it flickers out once more.
The double's SOUL goes blue, locking him down with a heaviness, the weight of additional gravity. It won't hurt. It won't do much of anything other than make it real, real hard for him to bolt.]
Correct me if I'm wrong, but I'm thinkin' it's 'cause you're just so nice like that.