[ There's a lot here, and none of it's given by perpetually-distracting eyes. It's in the hesitations in an already-interrupted voice, in the spots between explanations where Will would insert more questions if he wasn't already alarmed at what he's hearing. ] You were— trained to be...
Soldiers? [ Child soldiers. Will doesn't have the the us/them prejudice of Ruth's homeworld, and even being told that mutants and humans are different can't get past the way he sees humanity in her, so his first thought isn't horror at how different they are from humans if they're raising their young to battle in high school. No, it's a bone-deep coldness towards what humans do to each other.
His horror is tempered only a little — not by her lack of fear, because she has some. But by the way fear isn't enough to stop her. By the way fear seems to be part of what's pushing her forward.
Will leans closer to the mirror; too close to see the way the cracks at the very edges of his own are beginning to deep into each other, like metal melting to fit a mold. ]
go wild, my friend
Soldiers? [ Child soldiers. Will doesn't have the the us/them prejudice of Ruth's homeworld, and even being told that mutants and humans are different can't get past the way he sees humanity in her, so his first thought isn't horror at how different they are from humans if they're raising their young to battle in high school. No, it's a bone-deep coldness towards what humans do to each other.
His horror is tempered only a little — not by her lack of fear, because she has some. But by the way fear isn't enough to stop her. By the way fear seems to be part of what's pushing her forward.
Will leans closer to the mirror; too close to see the way the cracks at the very edges of his own are beginning to deep into each other, like metal melting to fit a mold. ]
What can I do? To help you try.