[ even when one of the restraints loosen on him (why hasn't he been able to take it off himself, when he's usually so much more capable of taking apart a construct), he feels like he could barely move his arm, as if all the torment has taken enough out of him to make it that much harder to move.
for now, he just watches the guy work, still eyeing with skepticism that this could really be any kind of rescue. ]
It's not me they want. It's some guy named Ryker. That ain't me. [ though he's beginning to have suspicions on the matter. ] But he's convinced that it is, so — here I fucking am, I guess.
no subject
for now, he just watches the guy work, still eyeing with skepticism that this could really be any kind of rescue. ]
It's not me they want. It's some guy named Ryker. That ain't me. [ though he's beginning to have suspicions on the matter. ] But he's convinced that it is, so — here I fucking am, I guess.