[ Our ranks. Suddenly, the laser rifle and curious knowledge make a scary kind of sense together, and the next truncated brush of howling wind feels icy on his skin. If this were anyone else, perhaps, he could get by simply explaining - but someone from the Brotherhood? One might as well try negotiating with a nighstalker.
Even cornered, though, Arcade is not the type to cower or flee. He feels a bolt of indignation just as strong as that fear - maybe more so - as that accusation nags at something a little too personal. Instead of backing off, he marches closer to the convoy. ]
Take a closer look. That paint is as faded as everything else around here. None of us put it there.
[ No one here would, actually, because up to now they've all looked at Arcade like an extraterrestrial any time he spoke at all of home. It'd have to be one hell of a coincidence, and even then, improbable, given the truck is as old and broken down as every other vehicle in the lineup. ]
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Even cornered, though, Arcade is not the type to cower or flee. He feels a bolt of indignation just as strong as that fear - maybe more so - as that accusation nags at something a little too personal. Instead of backing off, he marches closer to the convoy. ]
Take a closer look. That paint is as faded as everything else around here. None of us put it there.
[ No one here would, actually, because up to now they've all looked at Arcade like an extraterrestrial any time he spoke at all of home. It'd have to be one hell of a coincidence, and even then, improbable, given the truck is as old and broken down as every other vehicle in the lineup. ]