Why him... well, he's not the only one asking the same exact question. As for McCree, well, he doesn't find it too far-fetched to see him here. Whatever the Legionworld used for a system to pluck these individuals from their own worlds against the will, it sure makes more sense to choose McCree over him.
He doesn't look up from the book, acting like he's completely fascinated by the scrap of cloth tucked away inside one of its pages. A little memento he'd acquired from Butcher, albeit unwittingly. It was clinging to one of the claws on his gauntlet, and he figured (with some humor) that it's only fitting to put it in the book. The stupid thing was basically worthless, but it still came in handy as a good paper weight. Or a trap-springing weight in one of those industrial trap rooms.
"Could ask the same thing of you," he drawls, hiding very well the fact that he's quite exhausted. He doesn't bother answering the second question, though. Seriously, it's just a book, cowboy. "Jesse McCree, worth 60 million, dead or alive."
Of course, on any other given day, he'd probably try and kill him rather than just stand there and converse dryly with him.
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He doesn't look up from the book, acting like he's completely fascinated by the scrap of cloth tucked away inside one of its pages. A little memento he'd acquired from Butcher, albeit unwittingly. It was clinging to one of the claws on his gauntlet, and he figured (with some humor) that it's only fitting to put it in the book. The stupid thing was basically worthless, but it still came in handy as a good paper weight. Or a trap-springing weight in one of those industrial trap rooms.
"Could ask the same thing of you," he drawls, hiding very well the fact that he's quite exhausted. He doesn't bother answering the second question, though. Seriously, it's just a book, cowboy. "Jesse McCree, worth 60 million, dead or alive."
Of course, on any other given day, he'd probably try and kill him rather than just stand there and converse dryly with him.