It is also growing more unsustainable with the passing of each unbearable second.
There are not many instances that Rush can name in his life in which he simply did not have anything to say.
The fluid reactionary stance the probable non-terrestrial assumes implies a practiced response, though what purpose it may serve is somewhat beyond him. Defense, possibly. He narrows his eyes, marginally interested, but he is rather more interested in removing himself from his current predicament than investigating this foreign element's motives.
"Fuck's sake," he says tiredly, finding he no longer has the energy to maintain a suitably incensed tone. He has just been imposed upon by some great horned thing that is apparently quite sentient, and all he is capable of is lying here, bound and helpless and unable to blame anything for this embarrassment but his own mechanical ineptitude. His head drops in defeat to the floor. "No one did this. I fucking -"
No.
He is one of Earth's most critical intellectual resources. He is Dr. Nicholas Rush, he of the unparalleled cryptographic specialties and fierce academic poise, and he is not having this conversation right now.
"I appear to be stuck," he confesses at last, and must grit his teeth at the overpowering humiliation of it.
no subject
It is also growing more unsustainable with the passing of each unbearable second.
There are not many instances that Rush can name in his life in which he simply did not have anything to say.
The fluid reactionary stance the probable non-terrestrial assumes implies a practiced response, though what purpose it may serve is somewhat beyond him. Defense, possibly. He narrows his eyes, marginally interested, but he is rather more interested in removing himself from his current predicament than investigating this foreign element's motives.
"Fuck's sake," he says tiredly, finding he no longer has the energy to maintain a suitably incensed tone. He has just been imposed upon by some great horned thing that is apparently quite sentient, and all he is capable of is lying here, bound and helpless and unable to blame anything for this embarrassment but his own mechanical ineptitude. His head drops in defeat to the floor. "No one did this. I fucking -"
No.
He is one of Earth's most critical intellectual resources. He is Dr. Nicholas Rush, he of the unparalleled cryptographic specialties and fierce academic poise, and he is not having this conversation right now.
"I appear to be stuck," he confesses at last, and must grit his teeth at the overpowering humiliation of it.