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Feb. 2nd, 2020 06:44 pm[You are what you care about. Bigby's quiet for a good long moment, gaze turned downwards again like he's thinking about something. When he looks back up at Bruce, his gaze isn't just hard or even angry. He's beyond being mad at this point. He's fed up, but he's not mad.]
Let me ask you something.
[He sounds very, very calm.]
Pretend you have people who depend on you. [It sounds patronizing — who doesn't have someone that depends on them? — but his expression is deadly serious. Before Bruce gets the wrong impression and has a chance to raise any eyebrows, he continues:] Not just a couple, or a couple dozen. An entire town.
[This is dangerous territory he's treading, and every learned, bone deep, close-to-his-heart instinct is screaming at him. The guy's a psycho. He dresses like a giant bat. He talks about an equal exchange of trust, yet he's never given Bigby an ounce of it back for what he has given him. This is a bad idea.
And yet, at the same time, another, quieter part of him is just so fucking exhausted. From the last week, from the battle, from chasing secrets and keeping them, from trying to condense three hundred plus years of baggage into a single conversation.
So he tries to meet Bruce halfway.]
What would you do to keep them safe?
Let me ask you something.
[He sounds very, very calm.]
Pretend you have people who depend on you. [It sounds patronizing — who doesn't have someone that depends on them? — but his expression is deadly serious. Before Bruce gets the wrong impression and has a chance to raise any eyebrows, he continues:] Not just a couple, or a couple dozen. An entire town.
[This is dangerous territory he's treading, and every learned, bone deep, close-to-his-heart instinct is screaming at him. The guy's a psycho. He dresses like a giant bat. He talks about an equal exchange of trust, yet he's never given Bigby an ounce of it back for what he has given him. This is a bad idea.
And yet, at the same time, another, quieter part of him is just so fucking exhausted. From the last week, from the battle, from chasing secrets and keeping them, from trying to condense three hundred plus years of baggage into a single conversation.
So he tries to meet Bruce halfway.]
What would you do to keep them safe?
