[ He doesn't mind a little bit of battle wounds here and there. Makes him feel tough. Rugged. ] Yeah, I'm sure you didn't find any pleasure in that, did you? [ He's surprisingly being pliant, sitting still as the dermal regenerator is run over his skin, leaning forward and closing his eyes. When the machine next to his face stops, his lips purse, those blue eyes lifting up to his certainly cross older friend. ]
You honestly think you'd just sit there and take it if someone told you you weren't fit to do your job, Bones? [ He's looking serious now, completely and utterly, the play of a grin that's usually on his lips far far gone. Eyes are wild, brows furrowed, frustrated. ] Look, I dealt with it for a little while. Tried to play it off, yeah, yeah haha, guess I'm just that good right?
[ He's taking a deep breath through his nose. ] Then he went on to say that - [ He's licking his lips, and boy, is he still riled up about this. ] The admiralty plays favorites. That the only reason why I even have this ship, even have this position is because for some god damned reason, oh, I don't know, I guess my dad was a hero at some point, right? So of course, that's the only reason I'm where I am now.
[ He's looking cross, annoyed, and when a trickle starts down his chin again he's pulling his shirt up to wipe it away. The worst part is, minus the few situations he's been in where a stroke of good luck has managed to assist him in saving the world, he's afraid the guy might've hit a nerve. Might have gotten something right there. ]
It was worth it. [ busted lip, dislocated shoulder - he'd managed to knock the guy (bigger than him by three times, maybe more) to the floor, and that itself was vindication. ]
sorry dude is this better wait nope it's not sorry.
You honestly think you'd just sit there and take it if someone told you you weren't fit to do your job, Bones? [ He's looking serious now, completely and utterly, the play of a grin that's usually on his lips far far gone. Eyes are wild, brows furrowed, frustrated. ] Look, I dealt with it for a little while. Tried to play it off, yeah, yeah haha, guess I'm just that good right?
[ He's taking a deep breath through his nose. ] Then he went on to say that - [ He's licking his lips, and boy, is he still riled up about this. ] The admiralty plays favorites. That the only reason why I even have this ship, even have this position is because for some god damned reason, oh, I don't know, I guess my dad was a hero at some point, right? So of course, that's the only reason I'm where I am now.
[ He's looking cross, annoyed, and when a trickle starts down his chin again he's pulling his shirt up to wipe it away. The worst part is, minus the few situations he's been in where a stroke of good luck has managed to assist him in saving the world, he's afraid the guy might've hit a nerve. Might have gotten something right there. ]
It was worth it. [ busted lip, dislocated shoulder - he'd managed to knock the guy (bigger than him by three times, maybe more) to the floor, and that itself was vindication. ]