"You don’t have t’ do this, y’ know…”
There was a certain sense of worry within his words, hid between the sternness of his default tone that he’d managed to teach himself not all that long ago. He didn’t trust any of these risky plans all that much, perhaps due to the past string of failures that’d cost him quite a lot. So he wasn’t exactly all too eager to risk something more than just others’ lives— his own, that of someone whom he actually liked as opposed to most mindless followers. Nervously he tugged the fabric of his own shirt; of course, he wasn’t a coward, he was simply unsure. But he felt like there were little other options if he wanted to reach his goal, now that he had rid himself of all the flawed original ideas he previously had—- he wasn’t sure why he was so stuck, but he was. So he had to resort to this.
“I'm sure there are other ways. Less dangerous ones.”
Ah, but which ones? Now he had to make a suggestion, even if he couldn’t. He’d been so clueless from the start that he now felt embarrassment by the mere thought of people relying on him for plans, while he’d been so drained his mind refused to work. Filled with paranoia, he consistently depended on the other by now for any schedules and such, him somehow always being a step in front of him and even that frustrated him. It made him feel lesser. And it made arguments impossible, even if his gut told him it was too risky.
“—- An’ I know this ain’t th’ safest profession in the world, hell, exactly the opposite of that, but runnin’ straight into a possible trap like that won’t do us any good. I know there’s adjustments ‘n’ timed actions that makes it possible t’ survive, but I’d rather not be that obvious. It’s always been at least somewhat sneaky before. Dunno if I’m as agile when I know I’ve been seen.”
