He started putting on his armor more hastily now, almost angry. It stung a bit when you drove the connectors home, instead of letting them self-initiate, but that didn't matter right now.
"Everything. I am pathetic as I am right now. No better than a mortal." There might be some contempt in the word. For all the time and effort and pain he spent becoming an Astartes, having it all yanked away and returned to some...lesser state was a betrayal of all he had hoped to escape. It was why he had no idea why people found him so threatening. To him, he's...pathetic. Empty. Useless.
Pffff. He was as harmless as a kitten. He didn't even have a SMALL boltgun.
It was an offense to his pride, but the whole day monitoring Maedhros's comms (why does NO ONE lock their comms) it was almost small by comparison. Besides, an offer of help from a Sister of Battle was different from a normal offer. "I may take you up on that. But I would owe you a debt."
"That does not count." He tried to think about what he could offer. "If I get my chainsword back, I could teach you to wield it." Yes, Nina, he was offering to let you touch his sword.
She figured it wouldn't. Nina laughed. "I'm not really a... melee weapon girl, but sure. Why not." Couldn't hurt to broaden her horizons?
"I think I know a guy that'll help me show you that move, too. I'll ask him when I get home." She pushed herself to her feet finally, brushing herself off. "Just tell me when you want to do it."
Gadriel pushed the last pauldron into place, giving a final shrug to settle the armor in place. "It may convert you." Chainswords are very gratifying to wield.
"Take time to heal first." See, he was very considerate. He held out a hand in an offer of gratitude--a handshake, a forearm clasp--whatever she was used to. "Thank you for this." He meant it.
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"Everything. I am pathetic as I am right now. No better than a mortal." There might be some contempt in the word. For all the time and effort and pain he spent becoming an Astartes, having it all yanked away and returned to some...lesser state was a betrayal of all he had hoped to escape.
It was why he had no idea why people found him so threatening. To him, he's...pathetic. Empty. Useless.
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"I can help you get it back, if that's not some offense to your pride."
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It was an offense to his pride, but the whole day monitoring Maedhros's comms (why does NO ONE lock their comms) it was almost small by comparison. Besides, an offer of help from a Sister of Battle was different from a normal offer. "I may take you up on that. But I would owe you a debt."
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"Lucky for you, if I asked for you to make good on a debt, it would just be to back me up in a fight."
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"I think I know a guy that'll help me show you that move, too. I'll ask him when I get home." She pushed herself to her feet finally, brushing herself off. "Just tell me when you want to do it."
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"Take time to heal first." See, he was very considerate. He held out a hand in an offer of gratitude--a handshake, a forearm clasp--whatever she was used to. "Thank you for this." He meant it.
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Nina, unsurprisingly, clasped his forearm tightly and squeezed. "No problem, brother. I'll be around. Don't get into anymore trouble without me."