[Almost immediately, Rue can pick up on his trembling nerves.
They follow John over to the couch, to ease themself into a nearby armchair while the man makes himself comfortable and finds his tongue again. Even before he begins to speak, they can tell that something is wrong. This is beyond the rather heated conversation they'd had over the network, beyond the idea of choosing who to follow. It's a thought that terrifies him.
And even if Rue did not appreciate how casually the man was willing to sacrifice others or himself, they reach out a giant paw to rest against his own hand, a gentle reassurance while he collects himself. He does not have to deal with this alone.
Finally, he speaks and Rue listens.
They can not hide the way their expression twists with worry and fear at the mention of having already sacrificed himself, of him dying, of being shot. Against him, Rue's own paw trembles slightly, squeezing over his.]
You speak truly? John, you - You were killed out there?
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They follow John over to the couch, to ease themself into a nearby armchair while the man makes himself comfortable and finds his tongue again. Even before he begins to speak, they can tell that something is wrong. This is beyond the rather heated conversation they'd had over the network, beyond the idea of choosing who to follow. It's a thought that terrifies him.
And even if Rue did not appreciate how casually the man was willing to sacrifice others or himself, they reach out a giant paw to rest against his own hand, a gentle reassurance while he collects himself. He does not have to deal with this alone.
Finally, he speaks and Rue listens.
They can not hide the way their expression twists with worry and fear at the mention of having already sacrificed himself, of him dying, of being shot. Against him, Rue's own paw trembles slightly, squeezing over his.]
You speak truly? John, you - You were killed out there?