[For a moment he seems unsure how to react; this wasn't the direction he expected the conversation to go in. It's strange. The defensiveness in his body language relaxes, if just a smidge.]
Dig somebody out of a shallow grave and tell 'em everything they know and love is gone, you can't be surprised when they grab the first lifeline that gets flung at them.
[Grief and guilt are helluva drugs. He's seen the kind of havoc they can wreak on people's lives, if they let them. That's part of what he resents about Agapitos, and Meridian in general: the dogpiling rhetoric, the notion that theirs is the only hope to offer, and that anything less is a betrayal of your world's memory.]
Zenith's got its own blowhards. [A reminder, to Silco and maybe also a little to himself, that just because he chose doesn't mean he's all-in just yet.] But I'm not stupid. Doing nothing gets me nothing. So I'll do what I gotta do.
[To survive, first and foremost. To get his people through to the other side. The rest... he'll figure it out.]
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Dig somebody out of a shallow grave and tell 'em everything they know and love is gone, you can't be surprised when they grab the first lifeline that gets flung at them.
[Grief and guilt are helluva drugs. He's seen the kind of havoc they can wreak on people's lives, if they let them. That's part of what he resents about Agapitos, and Meridian in general: the dogpiling rhetoric, the notion that theirs is the only hope to offer, and that anything less is a betrayal of your world's memory.]
Zenith's got its own blowhards. [A reminder, to Silco and maybe also a little to himself, that just because he chose doesn't mean he's all-in just yet.] But I'm not stupid. Doing nothing gets me nothing. So I'll do what I gotta do.
[To survive, first and foremost. To get his people through to the other side. The rest... he'll figure it out.]