( Cruel is a word for it. Sam's never been interested in BB's. One of Bridges tools, and he'd cut his ties with them. And his bond to this one - to Lou - had been out of necessity. An attempt to save the kid after it had saved him, saved them from the ensuing void out that would have leveled a whole city. He doesn't expect someone who doesn't have to face the threat of BTs and the aftermath to really understand.
The more pressing thing is that he knows how casually BBs can be handled. He's seen the remains of their pods, discarded. Had been order to incinerate this one without any thought to the life in it. Though maybe it would have been a mercy if he had. But he'd needed the kid, at the end of the day. He sighs as he closes another cabinet and turns to look back at this kid. )
Dunno if these people even knew what was in the pod. ( With the pod not hooked up, greyed out, there's no way of telling what's in it. Someone who didn't know what it was storing it somewhere casual isn't out of the realm of possibility.
He lets out a long sigh, reaches up to rub one shoulder. The perpetual, angry red marks of his cargo straps are bright against his skin, and while his senses are dull to the pain, he's thinking of the kid. The weight of his odradek on his shoulder and the sound of it whirling, the brightness of its lights, under Lou's influence. )
I don't know if it's here, but if it is, I'm going to find it.
( The reality that Lou might not be is here a heavy one, something he's willing to accept if his efforts don't turn up anything, but he has to look. There's a heaviness in his chest that reminds him that it's his job to take care of the kid, to keep it safe, functional. And something deeper in his soul, a longing for the family he's lost that's embraced Lou as something - someone - even if he doesn't realize it just yet. )
emerges from the ether
The more pressing thing is that he knows how casually BBs can be handled. He's seen the remains of their pods, discarded. Had been order to incinerate this one without any thought to the life in it. Though maybe it would have been a mercy if he had. But he'd needed the kid, at the end of the day. He sighs as he closes another cabinet and turns to look back at this kid. )
Dunno if these people even knew what was in the pod. ( With the pod not hooked up, greyed out, there's no way of telling what's in it. Someone who didn't know what it was storing it somewhere casual isn't out of the realm of possibility.
He lets out a long sigh, reaches up to rub one shoulder. The perpetual, angry red marks of his cargo straps are bright against his skin, and while his senses are dull to the pain, he's thinking of the kid. The weight of his odradek on his shoulder and the sound of it whirling, the brightness of its lights, under Lou's influence. )
I don't know if it's here, but if it is, I'm going to find it.
( The reality that Lou might not be is here a heavy one, something he's willing to accept if his efforts don't turn up anything, but he has to look. There's a heaviness in his chest that reminds him that it's his job to take care of the kid, to keep it safe, functional. And something deeper in his soul, a longing for the family he's lost that's embraced Lou as something - someone - even if he doesn't realize it just yet. )