Though, his unsteady voice doesn't lend much credibility to his claim. That and the fact that he's still crumpled up on the floor. Pulling himself up to his feet, he pushes his hair back from his face with more aggression than necessary.
"Let's go. I can...I can be the lookout or something."
Let him be anything but useless. He's tired of not being able to do a damn thing. It could be that Kell, because he'd borne witness to Wilhelm's fuck up at the Lunar Pond, exacerbates his frustration with his own limitations. That night, he'd thought he could finally do something right, he could finally be more than dead weight — and then it had all gone up in flames. He wants to prove to Kell, and to himself, that this monumental failure is not all he amounts to.
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Though, his unsteady voice doesn't lend much credibility to his claim. That and the fact that he's still crumpled up on the floor. Pulling himself up to his feet, he pushes his hair back from his face with more aggression than necessary.
"Let's go. I can...I can be the lookout or something."
Let him be anything but useless. He's tired of not being able to do a damn thing. It could be that Kell, because he'd borne witness to Wilhelm's fuck up at the Lunar Pond, exacerbates his frustration with his own limitations. That night, he'd thought he could finally do something right, he could finally be more than dead weight — and then it had all gone up in flames. He wants to prove to Kell, and to himself, that this monumental failure is not all he amounts to.