[ Well, Danse will find out the worst for himself soon enough. It may well take him longer than average to work out what's happening, though, given that for all Arcade's protest right now, Danse still isn't putting two and two close enough together to be suspicious of him.
What he is, though, is getting simmeringly angrier, first with deeply ingrained who the hell do you think you are to order me around when I'm trying to keep you safe, and then the bitter remembrance that Arcade has exactly as much right to order him around as any other wastelander does now. (A tiny part of him might even allow, twisting the metaphorical knife in his own gut, that "might makes right" was never enough of a mandate to make that untrue in the first place. He puts that aside.) ]
You can be as dismissive as you damn well please. We'll see how your "strictly pacifistic" standards hold up if that symbol is there for a reason, because I won't be the one you need to convince that everyone here is worth keeping alive.
[ There's more on the tip of his tongue, more biting, more personal, about the kinds of briefings found on those captured research terminals--about what exactly they'd do to a wastelander like Arcade, because it wouldn't matter how useful or well-read he is when there's no way he'd have passed one of the Enclave's "genetic compliance screenings"--but no, Danse knows he's already lost more of his cool than he should have allowed himself, and he swallows it all back to regroup. ]
Do you think I'm just concerning myself with this out of some...petty grudge? I know the Brotherhood's methods aren't always pretty, but we--they--
[ He catches himself this time, at least, shoulders sagging enough to lower the gun further still. ]
They're trying to protect people. That's the reason they exist. I don't have to still be one of them to want the same thing, and that's all I'm trying to do here.
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What he is, though, is getting simmeringly angrier, first with deeply ingrained who the hell do you think you are to order me around when I'm trying to keep you safe, and then the bitter remembrance that Arcade has exactly as much right to order him around as any other wastelander does now. (A tiny part of him might even allow, twisting the metaphorical knife in his own gut, that "might makes right" was never enough of a mandate to make that untrue in the first place. He puts that aside.) ]
You can be as dismissive as you damn well please. We'll see how your "strictly pacifistic" standards hold up if that symbol is there for a reason, because I won't be the one you need to convince that everyone here is worth keeping alive.
[ There's more on the tip of his tongue, more biting, more personal, about the kinds of briefings found on those captured research terminals--about what exactly they'd do to a wastelander like Arcade, because it wouldn't matter how useful or well-read he is when there's no way he'd have passed one of the Enclave's "genetic compliance screenings"--but no, Danse knows he's already lost more of his cool than he should have allowed himself, and he swallows it all back to regroup. ]
Do you think I'm just concerning myself with this out of some...petty grudge? I know the Brotherhood's methods aren't always pretty, but we--they--
[ He catches himself this time, at least, shoulders sagging enough to lower the gun further still. ]
They're trying to protect people. That's the reason they exist. I don't have to still be one of them to want the same thing, and that's all I'm trying to do here.