So that's what he's sticking with? A lot of doomsday theatrics but none of the gospel to back it up. It's nothing if not suspect but she can play her cards close to her chest too. All it takes is a well timed bluff to make or break the game.
"Didn't you know?" Though she stands, tall in presence if not stature, her arm drapes casually over the back of her chair. She jams her thumb into the bottle's cap until it pops with a meager display of force and swagger.
"I'm the bomb squad." And she takes a swig.
Though her head cocks thoughtful to one side before she's finished. "But I wonder. Who does that make the bomb?" Because it's always a who. Behind the cold and senseless artillery, is the man that pulls the trigger, the mind that germinates the idea, the hydra with its million heads and a body to carry all the mayhem. The look she levels him is nothing short of accusative. If he really cared, if it's such a genuine concern, the onus is on him.
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"Didn't you know?" Though she stands, tall in presence if not stature, her arm drapes casually over the back of her chair. She jams her thumb into the bottle's cap until it pops with a meager display of force and swagger.
"I'm the bomb squad." And she takes a swig.
Though her head cocks thoughtful to one side before she's finished. "But I wonder. Who does that make the bomb?" Because it's always a who. Behind the cold and senseless artillery, is the man that pulls the trigger, the mind that germinates the idea, the hydra with its million heads and a body to carry all the mayhem. The look she levels him is nothing short of accusative. If he really cared, if it's such a genuine concern, the onus is on him.