Which means that, combined with the height advantage conferred by its position on the hood of the jeep, this thing's got something around 80 inches on Voodoo.
"Well, shit."
His grip is secure on his pistol, now. He's trying to imagine the ten million kinds of suck whoever's stuck in this chimera is going through, and is coming up short every time.
(Ellen would probably have something for this - some way of soothing the thing as she put it out of its misery. She's good at this empathy shit.
He's not Ellen.)
So he squares his shoulders, stands up tall, and looks the thing in the eye.
"My buddy tells me you're hurtin' bad," he says, nodding to Fawkes. "You want us to - put you down?"
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Date: 2015-05-27 04:11 am (UTC)"Well, shit."
His grip is secure on his pistol, now. He's trying to imagine the ten million kinds of suck whoever's stuck in this chimera is going through, and is coming up short every time.
(Ellen would probably have something for this - some way of soothing the thing as she put it out of its misery. She's good at this empathy shit.
He's not Ellen.)
So he squares his shoulders, stands up tall, and looks the thing in the eye.
"My buddy tells me you're hurtin' bad," he says, nodding to Fawkes. "You want us to - put you down?"
A half-beat.
"Just - nod for 'yes', shake for 'no'."