[ Mako chokes out again, flinches a bit when Wu's hands land on his shoulders, but—
A dream.
Of course.
Mako tries not to let those words get to him, wills away the swoop of nerves and guilt and anger in his belly, even as they cut right to the heart of him, to the thing he has been running from and working toward his entire life. (He has to make something of himself, after all, can't be the failure everyone expects him to be. He can't let that be his legacy.)
Mako has always been able to pull his own anger up around himself like a shield and he does the same now, shifting up straighter, squaring his shoulders. He wants to whirl into movement, wants to shove him up against the wall and watch him burn but he knows from what Raleigh said that violence probably wouldn't work, knows also that this is a chance to find him and find out why he did what he did. Use your head, Mako. He can't waste this. He won't. ]
You heard right. You gonna tell me why you're out for so much blood?
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[ Mako chokes out again, flinches a bit when Wu's hands land on his shoulders, but—
A dream.
Of course.
Mako tries not to let those words get to him, wills away the swoop of nerves and guilt and anger in his belly, even as they cut right to the heart of him, to the thing he has been running from and working toward his entire life. (He has to make something of himself, after all, can't be the failure everyone expects him to be. He can't let that be his legacy.)
Mako has always been able to pull his own anger up around himself like a shield and he does the same now, shifting up straighter, squaring his shoulders. He wants to whirl into movement, wants to shove him up against the wall and watch him burn but he knows from what Raleigh said that violence probably wouldn't work, knows also that this is a chance to find him and find out why he did what he did. Use your head, Mako. He can't waste this. He won't. ]
You heard right. You gonna tell me why you're out for so much blood?