[ there's something in his hackles that goes up when he sees how Vanitas is handling Bruce, an instinctive drive to protect. but he stops himself from overreacting-- he's better than that now. so he needs to act like it. oh, but there is definitely a loud part of him that thinks being better is overrated.
and yet-- he pulls out his gun, firing through one of the spirits heads. even if it didn't kill them, it would slow them down for a second. Enough to get out of there. ]
You think that's what I'm aiming for?
[ there's a hint of sarcasm, and then he lurches forward. most everyone has made a break for it, so he's going to do the same. ]
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and yet-- he pulls out his gun, firing through one of the spirits heads. even if it didn't kill them, it would slow them down for a second. Enough to get out of there. ]
You think that's what I'm aiming for?
[ there's a hint of sarcasm, and then he lurches forward. most everyone has made a break for it, so he's going to do the same. ]
Let's get the hell out of here.