[ At least there's that. Good. Good. He sorts through the new packet a few times, just to go over it. The humans are different, the contract, what Victor can make of it, is not couched in all the usual bullshit corporate speak. ]
[ He allows the anger to bleed out of his system — to wither down into sparks, and dissipate. ]
[ Softly, ]
Mine are different, too.
[ And he sends a packet of his own: Diana, walking past him in full armour, giving him a quick smile. Barry, talking a mile a minute, jumping between multiple trains of thought. Arthur, gruffly, bumping Victor's shoulder. And of Bruce, a distant voiceover. Flight is in its nature. The pause, then the affirmation, with the certainty of a mountain, Yours, too. ]
no subject
[ At least there's that. Good. Good. He sorts through the new packet a few times, just to go over it. The humans are different, the contract, what Victor can make of it, is not couched in all the usual bullshit corporate speak. ]
[ He allows the anger to bleed out of his system — to wither down into sparks, and dissipate. ]
[ Softly, ]
Mine are different, too.
[ And he sends a packet of his own: Diana, walking past him in full armour, giving him a quick smile. Barry, talking a mile a minute, jumping between multiple trains of thought. Arthur, gruffly, bumping Victor's shoulder. And of Bruce, a distant voiceover. Flight is in its nature. The pause, then the affirmation, with the certainty of a mountain, Yours, too. ]