Aoba found his selves consistent in the fact that neither one of him much liked those return images, though the reasons between them were similar and different alike. When Mac returned it was to a faint but nevertheless still golden-eyed scowl, frowning at Ren’s holographic displays of images that most definitely showed the Titan in the middle of combat.
What had happened to going places with him and carrying extra weapons? He’d never even given them firing or handling lessons. Aoba had apparently succeeded in balking so much that Declan had managed to bypass them entirely after all, and now he was putting his neck on the line all on his own again.
Desire thought of the old instincts, the old urges, that watching the races had gotten all riled up. He wasn’t helpless. Aoba wasn’t even aware of how very not helpless he was. Not immortal, not trained in wielding arms, but not helpless. And planets didn’t seem so big anymore. They were here watching races while Declan was off on a deadly scavenger hunt? What the hell was fair about that?
He eyed Mac briefly. Stay on the ship, was it? Well, he could say that and all, but there was another thing Desire had already tested and was confident of. Being a Guardian hadn’t protected Declan from Aoba’s powers, minor though the use of them had been. Presumably, Mac would be no different.
“He’s off having fun without us,” Desire answered, giving the holograms little taps to turn them Mac’s direction. “So. Just a little while ago you told me to tell him when I want to do more for myself. You got suggestions on just how I’m supposed to do that when nobody lets me near the fighting?”
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What had happened to going places with him and carrying extra weapons? He’d never even given them firing or handling lessons. Aoba had apparently succeeded in balking so much that Declan had managed to bypass them entirely after all, and now he was putting his neck on the line all on his own again.
Desire thought of the old instincts, the old urges, that watching the races had gotten all riled up. He wasn’t helpless. Aoba wasn’t even aware of how very not helpless he was. Not immortal, not trained in wielding arms, but not helpless. And planets didn’t seem so big anymore. They were here watching races while Declan was off on a deadly scavenger hunt? What the hell was fair about that?
He eyed Mac briefly. Stay on the ship, was it? Well, he could say that and all, but there was another thing Desire had already tested and was confident of. Being a Guardian hadn’t protected Declan from Aoba’s powers, minor though the use of them had been. Presumably, Mac would be no different.
“He’s off having fun without us,” Desire answered, giving the holograms little taps to turn them Mac’s direction. “So. Just a little while ago you told me to tell him when I want to do more for myself. You got suggestions on just how I’m supposed to do that when nobody lets me near the fighting?”