[ It's Zack's turn to look taken aback, when the guy on the ground gets up as a kid, as a fragment of some other past event he has no context for, no knowing of. His recoil is no less visceral for it, though, and not just because of the stark, sudden shift. Those words might not mean much to him, but they mean enough.
(There's no shooting someone a little bit, and even if he hadn't so recently been through the ringer of getting shot a whole lot, he'd probably still be appropriately horrified.)
When Danse takes the initiative again, he's quick to follow, skirting past what remains of Elder Maxson with a quiet See you later, kid. It's just a dream, though. He doesn't have to worry about that guy picking himself back up and finding someone else to take his anger out on, because guys like that always manage to, somehow.
The only person he's worried about, here, is the big guy leading them out into the freaky dream-desert. ]
Hey, [ Jogging a little to catch up, Zack reaches for his shoulder. ] are you gonna be all right?
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(There's no shooting someone a little bit, and even if he hadn't so recently been through the ringer of getting shot a whole lot, he'd probably still be appropriately horrified.)
When Danse takes the initiative again, he's quick to follow, skirting past what remains of Elder Maxson with a quiet See you later, kid. It's just a dream, though. He doesn't have to worry about that guy picking himself back up and finding someone else to take his anger out on, because guys like that always manage to, somehow.
The only person he's worried about, here, is the big guy leading them out into the freaky dream-desert. ]
Hey, [ Jogging a little to catch up, Zack reaches for his shoulder. ] are you gonna be all right?