[ He might not push, but Arcade will - just a little. He turns his gaze to Danse, at that remark, the weight of his full attention abruptly back on him. ]
And you'd have believed that? Taken me at my word? No, 'how convenient'? 'A likely story'?
[ There's a note of accusation in the words, but no anger, no reproach. Maybe a touch of patient incredulity. Truthfully, he wouldn't have blamed Danse for not believing him. It wouldn't have made sense to, really.
On that point, Arcade won't excuse him, because he simply can't see all of it amounting to different, whether or not he spilled his guts from the start. But he also clearly isn't hoping to hold a grudge, either. ]
The reality of it was worse. My mother had no special love for the Enclave, or what it was about. She was born into it just like I was - and they didn't exactly have an open door policy on ideological differences. But that didn't really make it any easier to watch it all burn.
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And you'd have believed that? Taken me at my word? No, 'how convenient'? 'A likely story'?
[ There's a note of accusation in the words, but no anger, no reproach. Maybe a touch of patient incredulity. Truthfully, he wouldn't have blamed Danse for not believing him. It wouldn't have made sense to, really.
On that point, Arcade won't excuse him, because he simply can't see all of it amounting to different, whether or not he spilled his guts from the start. But he also clearly isn't hoping to hold a grudge, either. ]
The reality of it was worse. My mother had no special love for the Enclave, or what it was about. She was born into it just like I was - and they didn't exactly have an open door policy on ideological differences. But that didn't really make it any easier to watch it all burn.