[ back in freelancer, when maine had his throat shot to hell, relearning how to understand him had taken a lot of time and exhaustive effort. that effort paid off in the end, he supposes; he knows exactly what he means without maine having to speak a word, can easily decipher his growls and physical gestures into (sometimes incoherent) phrases.
the translation isn't always correct, though he's usually pretty damned close. ]
A month? [ a month without completely tearing the city apart or blowing shit up. that's impressive. good job, buddy. gold star.
he falls forward another step, still testing, still watching, and he can feel meta's eyes on him, too. this isn't a show of trust; wash won't trust him again, can't trust him, but he's a familiar face (helmet) and even now and here in a place completely cut off from their universe, he's still wash's goddamned responsibility.
no escaping that. ]
You haven't hurt anyone?
[ not that he particularly cares about faceless strangers, but if he's going to be aligning himself with the meta again, he needs to know where they stand and what he's stepping into. ]
no subject
the translation isn't always correct, though he's usually pretty damned close. ]
A month? [ a month without completely tearing the city apart or blowing shit up. that's impressive. good job, buddy. gold star.
he falls forward another step, still testing, still watching, and he can feel meta's eyes on him, too. this isn't a show of trust; wash won't trust him again, can't trust him, but he's a familiar face (helmet) and even now and here in a place completely cut off from their universe, he's still wash's goddamned responsibility.
no escaping that. ]
You haven't hurt anyone?
[ not that he particularly cares about faceless strangers, but if he's going to be aligning himself with the meta again, he needs to know where they stand and what he's stepping into. ]