[One could imagine, perhaps, if they so wanted, Church's mouth silently repeating the word, or perhaps just opening and closing several times. His fingers feel both stiff and twitchy. How's that possible? Like he wants to curl and uncurl them but they also don't want to move.]
...Re- [It starts small and quiet and uncertain. And fuck that. Replace that, start again. Grumpier. Put some grump into it.] We didn't have any other bodies, that was a thing. [Okay. That sounds better.] Did they build another stupid robot body? I told Sarge I wanted a replacement when this thing eventually went up in smoke or actually exploded, but nooooo, 'we don't have any more robots'.
[See? See how much better this conversation is when he pushes the idea of replace aside to bitch about something inconsequential? It's much better. He knows to be angry about it but--but he's not sure where to start. Stall. Stalling.]
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[One could imagine, perhaps, if they so wanted, Church's mouth silently repeating the word, or perhaps just opening and closing several times. His fingers feel both stiff and twitchy. How's that possible? Like he wants to curl and uncurl them but they also don't want to move.]
...Re- [It starts small and quiet and uncertain. And fuck that. Replace that, start again. Grumpier. Put some grump into it.] We didn't have any other bodies, that was a thing. [Okay. That sounds better.] Did they build another stupid robot body? I told Sarge I wanted a replacement when this thing eventually went up in smoke or actually exploded, but nooooo, 'we don't have any more robots'.
[See? See how much better this conversation is when he pushes the idea of replace aside to bitch about something inconsequential? It's much better. He knows to be angry about it but--but he's not sure where to start. Stall. Stalling.]