[ madison's gaze also drags to the modified gun, and there's a brief flicker of pride in his eyes (he always misses his handiwork, his babies) before he remembers to look at least a little bit more grim. ]
You're a good guy, R. You're gonna be a good guy no matter how it ends.
[ this doesn't feel like a defeat or a victory, though he knows that the idea being considered certainly isn't hank's. the flow of numbers in his head from point a to point b in his head are strictly computational, right now. maybe it's a comfort that danger is silent, but he's felt oddly detached about this entire thing either way.
after all: it would just be one extra death one bradbury's hands, he thinks. now, it seems like nothing to him. ]
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You're a good guy, R. You're gonna be a good guy no matter how it ends.
[ this doesn't feel like a defeat or a victory, though he knows that the idea being considered certainly isn't hank's. the flow of numbers in his head from point a to point b in his head are strictly computational, right now. maybe it's a comfort that danger is silent, but he's felt oddly detached about this entire thing either way.
after all: it would just be one extra death one bradbury's hands, he thinks. now, it seems like nothing to him. ]
We should probably get a couple a' extra bottles.