[ Perhaps that was his line of thought. It wasn't Parker's.
While he is not one to let others around him die, he doesn't trust others easy. He doesn't find the concept of a brood, an instant connection, plausible. It is a nightmare, really. To fight beside one, to become part of a group, for him, is about facing challenges together. It's about building the trust. No-one earns that just because some parasite is crawling around your brain that connects you to others. Unwillingly so.
He knows he has struck a nerve when the words spill out. And much of them struck his. Parker stops, abruptly so, and turns on his heel slowly, anger in his face. He is not broad nor tall like him, but that does not make his presence slight. His jaw is set, his eyes cold. ]
I didn't ask to be part of them either. I still don't. That doesn't mean I'm throwing them off a bridge. [ And then, accusatory: ] I'm still human. [ He's not a rotting, undead corpse yet. ] I don't need something in my brain telling me to help others to do it on my own.
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While he is not one to let others around him die, he doesn't trust others easy. He doesn't find the concept of a brood, an instant connection, plausible. It is a nightmare, really. To fight beside one, to become part of a group, for him, is about facing challenges together. It's about building the trust. No-one earns that just because some parasite is crawling around your brain that connects you to others. Unwillingly so.
He knows he has struck a nerve when the words spill out. And much of them struck his. Parker stops, abruptly so, and turns on his heel slowly, anger in his face. He is not broad nor tall like him, but that does not make his presence slight. His jaw is set, his eyes cold. ]
I didn't ask to be part of them either. I still don't. That doesn't mean I'm throwing them off a bridge. [ And then, accusatory: ] I'm still human. [ He's not a rotting, undead corpse yet. ] I don't need something in my brain telling me to help others to do it on my own.