Who knows any more. [He mutters it, more to himself than to Derek. Earlier in the flood, he might have been inclined to joke, or play along, at least a bit. But he's tired of no one recognizing the plight, he's tired of pushing and chasing and trying not to be crushed. He's tired and hungry and he's bloody done with this ship.
That will need some thinking about, later. For now, he just scowls at Derek.]
I'm pushing it. Because I can't stop. [He could not sound more condescending if he tried.]
[spam - third day]
That will need some thinking about, later. For now, he just scowls at Derek.]
I'm pushing it. Because I can't stop. [He could not sound more condescending if he tried.]