You don't have to be a genius at reading people to get the picture here.
The shrinking's not making Wheatley any less of a beanpole, but it's effective in that the Balladeer gets the message. Outside is a sore subject. Ordinarily he prods at those, and it'd be a lie to say he isn't a little tempted. What did happen? But not now.
Instead he shrugs airily, pretending not to notice the depths of misery Wheatley just suddenly sank into. "True. It's better than where I came from too. Once you get used to it, you'll have fun." It seems like something he can promise. That's how it worked out for him. Manhattan is a utopia compared to back there, even with the Rift and ROMAC and all of it.
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The shrinking's not making Wheatley any less of a beanpole, but it's effective in that the Balladeer gets the message. Outside is a sore subject. Ordinarily he prods at those, and it'd be a lie to say he isn't a little tempted. What did happen? But not now.
Instead he shrugs airily, pretending not to notice the depths of misery Wheatley just suddenly sank into. "True. It's better than where I came from too. Once you get used to it, you'll have fun." It seems like something he can promise. That's how it worked out for him. Manhattan is a utopia compared to back there, even with the Rift and ROMAC and all of it.