[ jayce stares blankly for a moment. two. his stare goes frigid. to distract any possible interjections, he returns his attention to a log, picking it up by the base and setting it on the chopping block. it is a very brief flicker in the dead cloudiness of his eyes, lacking proper bloodflow to make them shimmer with life: his eyes roll up. blink back into place. they've been on the generator for nights. rolling through formulas. the convoy rejecting everything that wasn't the specified parts (rigged, if you ask him). he's a bit irritable, now with the weather, the chronic pain as blunt as ever. getting a stranger who quite clearly just got here to doubt his efficiency in this particular situation, and tell him about everything he's already known for months doesn't help his mood.
he takes a breath, thinks and nearly retorts as he chews on cracked, scarred lips don't know why you're asking me, then. you can make your own artillery at this rate, go ahead. by all means. i'll even let you borrow the forge. but he holds his tongue between his teeth. ]
Like I said, [ jayce empties his bloodless lungs and replies, with fabricated calm and an almost cervid snort, complete with a flick of a single ear: ] stopping power or speed?
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he takes a breath, thinks and nearly retorts as he chews on cracked, scarred lips don't know why you're asking me, then. you can make your own artillery at this rate, go ahead. by all means. i'll even let you borrow the forge. but he holds his tongue between his teeth. ]
Like I said, [ jayce empties his bloodless lungs and replies, with fabricated calm and an almost cervid snort, complete with a flick of a single ear: ] stopping power or speed?
[ he'll guarantee the rest. ]