[ Paranoia and fear are in there somewhere, certainly, but he'd lost a general sense of decency about five years back. When just shouting vitriol and profanity at anyone who'd walked by him became his last means of real rebellion, Andyr'd taken to it like a fish to water. The habit stuck, and the filter just isn't there anymore. ]
Do your part. Right. [ Repeated in a murmur, as discolored eyes (part of the blue bled into something unnatural, as the side effect of the KN gene) slide from Steve again to the room at large. Behave. Cooperate. Be complacent. It's just how things are now, so shut up and get in line. Something sinks in his chest, feeling the same old certainty that he'd never get out of any of this. For a long, quiet moment, Andyr's actually silent, seeming lost in some kind of thought, as he looks from the doctors, to the lab tables and hospital beds, to the complex machinery against the wall, and lastly, to the doors on the other end of the room. More to this place than medical, he'd said, and told him he could leave if he wanted. Well. Here's a good test for how much this place is different or not - ]
Okay. So let's go. [ Said as his eyes set on the far doors, and he's pacing straight past everyone who'd demanded he have a physical first, moments ago. If he can leave, let him freaking leave. If he's stopped before he gets to the doors, Andyr will be shooting Steve a look, with a lofted brow and a sardonic half-smile. Don't have to stay here, was it?
If not, he'll just idly carry on to the other comment about height, while looking mildly surprised at the bit of freedom. ] Shorter, seriously? You'd look like a cartoon.
:'| YOUR LIFE SUCKS, BUDDY hang in there, champ
Do your part. Right. [ Repeated in a murmur, as discolored eyes (part of the blue bled into something unnatural, as the side effect of the KN gene) slide from Steve again to the room at large. Behave. Cooperate. Be complacent. It's just how things are now, so shut up and get in line. Something sinks in his chest, feeling the same old certainty that he'd never get out of any of this. For a long, quiet moment, Andyr's actually silent, seeming lost in some kind of thought, as he looks from the doctors, to the lab tables and hospital beds, to the complex machinery against the wall, and lastly, to the doors on the other end of the room. More to this place than medical, he'd said, and told him he could leave if he wanted. Well. Here's a good test for how much this place is different or not - ]
Okay. So let's go. [ Said as his eyes set on the far doors, and he's pacing straight past everyone who'd demanded he have a physical first, moments ago. If he can leave, let him freaking leave. If he's stopped before he gets to the doors, Andyr will be shooting Steve a look, with a lofted brow and a sardonic half-smile. Don't have to stay here, was it?
If not, he'll just idly carry on to the other comment about height, while looking mildly surprised at the bit of freedom. ] Shorter, seriously? You'd look like a cartoon.