So his new buddies clearly didn't understand how much he didn't care about the whole thing. How little it meant how the civilization was run if it meant the morals that kept people from pitting people against each other were shot to shit.
Hawkeye keeps his gaze on the gladiator.
Yeah, he's thinking about you, chum.
Surreal was too nice and orderly a word for this all. He'd scream and tear his hair our in frustration, but that'd just be returning to square one. What little progress had been made here would have been lost if he'd done what he wanted and taken the marshal by the shoulders and hollered are you crazy, and don't you understand.
And it's not defeat. It's not acceptance of the strange theories, the tales. He just. Hawkeye just wouldn't get anywhere if he continued asking questions that made no sense to himself. He stays quiet. Maybe the two have learned to expect an outburst after the silence wears itself out. Finally, he turns back to Wyatt. The marshal. And his blue eyes lock on the smaller man's and search and maybe plead. For what, he isn't sure. So he distracts himself. "Don't worry, it's stupid anyway." He says quietly.
And then, gentlemen, the outburst: "Führer Snow doesn't sound so catchy," he says. He drops his hands and the sassy, stupid pose. He wants to pace, and this time he does. He walks a yard away, to the left of them. He wonders if he can bolt it to the treeline. Realizes he really can't. Flaps his hands like an exasperated school teacher instead. "But they weren't communist. Don't worry. Snow? Sounds like a teddy bear!" He's not shouting. He should be shouting. He was just afraid of losing his hide if he did, suddenly. "The only teddy bear I know is called Bear." --he thinks. He stops dead in front of the two again.
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So his new buddies clearly didn't understand how much he didn't care about the whole thing. How little it meant how the civilization was run if it meant the morals that kept people from pitting people against each other were shot to shit.
Hawkeye keeps his gaze on the gladiator.
Yeah, he's thinking about you, chum.
Surreal was too nice and orderly a word for this all. He'd scream and tear his hair our in frustration, but that'd just be returning to square one. What little progress had been made here would have been lost if he'd done what he wanted and taken the marshal by the shoulders and hollered are you crazy, and don't you understand.
And it's not defeat. It's not acceptance of the strange theories, the tales. He just. Hawkeye just wouldn't get anywhere if he continued asking questions that made no sense to himself. He stays quiet. Maybe the two have learned to expect an outburst after the silence wears itself out. Finally, he turns back to Wyatt. The marshal. And his blue eyes lock on the smaller man's and search and maybe plead. For what, he isn't sure. So he distracts himself. "Don't worry, it's stupid anyway." He says quietly.
And then, gentlemen, the outburst: "Führer Snow doesn't sound so catchy," he says. He drops his hands and the sassy, stupid pose. He wants to pace, and this time he does. He walks a yard away, to the left of them. He wonders if he can bolt it to the treeline. Realizes he really can't. Flaps his hands like an exasperated school teacher instead. "But they weren't communist. Don't worry. Snow? Sounds like a teddy bear!" He's not shouting. He should be shouting. He was just afraid of losing his hide if he did, suddenly. "The only teddy bear I know is called Bear." --he thinks. He stops dead in front of the two again.
"You two are partners?"