"Probablemente, si," is his honest reply, knowing himself well enough to know that if they do end up setting out together, they might end up attracting trouble just from the way they scrap and hiss and fight like cats in the rain. "Maybe I think you don't want this," he points out, making light of what's the case, because it's hard to admit.
"You know I have a bounty, five hundred dollars," he says, not boasting like he normally would, "It's not for everyone, but," he says, drawing out that word as he drags his feet off the bed, leaning his elbows on his chest to stare just to the right of Faraday, not able to look at him.
There are other reasons he wants him at his side, ones he doesn't know how to process past the crystallized, broken-apart thoughts and ideas and dreams, but he doesn't dare confront those head on.
"No one I trust more than you," he says, finally. "I know if you do not kill me, you'll keep me alive. So?" he challenges with a nod. "Are you going to come with me?"
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"You know I have a bounty, five hundred dollars," he says, not boasting like he normally would, "It's not for everyone, but," he says, drawing out that word as he drags his feet off the bed, leaning his elbows on his chest to stare just to the right of Faraday, not able to look at him.
There are other reasons he wants him at his side, ones he doesn't know how to process past the crystallized, broken-apart thoughts and ideas and dreams, but he doesn't dare confront those head on.
"No one I trust more than you," he says, finally. "I know if you do not kill me, you'll keep me alive. So?" he challenges with a nod. "Are you going to come with me?"