"Whatever's out there, we'll take it down." Bahorel replies with a grin, cracking his knuckles.
He is angry at this whole scenario. Angry that Enjolras and R got stranded and attacked here. Angry that two, now, planeloads full of people had been injured, traumatized or killed. Angry that their best choice was to leave a blatantly hurt and scared group of people to fend for themselves. Angry that something, something beyond what they could easily see or name, was targeting them.
And like he always does when angry, he longs for action. Something to punch, something to confront, something to beat to all hell until things are put right again.
"They'll be safer without us," he repeats quietly, as much to himself as to the others, looking back briefly at their fellow survivors. "Whatever crashed the damn plane won't be after them, for one thing." He mutters. He hopes, fiercely, that once the three of them have left, that help will find these people all the more quickly.
He grits his teeth, then abruptly shifts to a wry half-smile, and carefully slips away into the jungle brush.
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Date: 2013-04-24 04:59 pm (UTC)He is angry at this whole scenario. Angry that Enjolras and R got stranded and attacked here. Angry that two, now, planeloads full of people had been injured, traumatized or killed.
Angry that their best choice was to leave a blatantly hurt and scared group of people to fend for themselves.
Angry that something, something beyond what they could easily see or name, was targeting them.
And like he always does when angry, he longs for action. Something to punch, something to confront, something to beat to all hell until things are put right again.
"They'll be safer without us," he repeats quietly, as much to himself as to the others, looking back briefly at their fellow survivors. "Whatever crashed the damn plane won't be after them, for one thing." He mutters. He hopes, fiercely, that once the three of them have left, that help will find these people all the more quickly.
He grits his teeth, then abruptly shifts to a wry half-smile, and carefully slips away into the jungle brush.