He stares, shocked, because this almost makes a pissed Eponine look a lot easier to deal with in retrospect, and tries to figure out how to diffuse this. Talk about low self-esteem. No one in their right mind would offer themselves up on a platter to a zombie. Begging for it, even! Who's she even talking about? Howard? Someone else? It's hard to follow her between the tears running down her dirty face, the ugly way she sobs that tells him it's from the heart.
"Can't. Help not...kill. Don't...ask," R groans back, stumbling over his words. "Take...food. Run!"
Just do it he imagines he can sail the words he can't get out in one chunk at her, implant them as orders and not the ghosts of suggestions. She's died because of him once already.
Re: CORNUCOPIA
He stares, shocked, because this almost makes a pissed Eponine look a lot easier to deal with in retrospect, and tries to figure out how to diffuse this. Talk about low self-esteem. No one in their right mind would offer themselves up on a platter to a zombie. Begging for it, even! Who's she even talking about? Howard? Someone else? It's hard to follow her between the tears running down her dirty face, the ugly way she sobs that tells him it's from the heart.
"Can't. Help not...kill. Don't...ask," R groans back, stumbling over his words. "Take...food. Run!"
Just do it he imagines he can sail the words he can't get out in one chunk at her, implant them as orders and not the ghosts of suggestions. She's died because of him once already.