Vasquez might not mean it as an insult, but Faraday takes it as one all the same, eyes hardening and hands clenching into fists. Faraday takes a great deal of pride in his skills, and he doubts there will ever come a day where having them called into question won't make him lash out. The reminder of the injuries he collected the day of the battle and the lingering effects they would have (likely for the rest of his life) stings greater than any other physical blow Vasquez could have thrown his way.
It took him quite some time to regain as much of his physicality and dexterity as he has; it was one hell of an uphill climb, painfully slow and just plain painful. Faraday knows there's still more to go before he's anywhere near how he was before the fight.
"I'm fully capable of watching my own back," he snaps – the instinctual snarl of a cornered animal. "As I seem to recall, only one of us in this room's got his face plastered up on posters, and as much as my likeness deserves to be preserved, it ain't me."
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Date: 2017-08-06 12:08 am (UTC)It took him quite some time to regain as much of his physicality and dexterity as he has; it was one hell of an uphill climb, painfully slow and just plain painful. Faraday knows there's still more to go before he's anywhere near how he was before the fight.
"I'm fully capable of watching my own back," he snaps – the instinctual snarl of a cornered animal. "As I seem to recall, only one of us in this room's got his face plastered up on posters, and as much as my likeness deserves to be preserved, it ain't me."