He leaves it at that, infuriatingly cryptic. Even if he wasn't fucked up underneath it, even if Jesse knew who he was, he has no intentions of removing it.
"The mask stays."
And then he goes back to flipping through the book, stopping at a blank page to scrape a small marking into it with his claw. A tiny Overwatch symbol. He doesn't care how big the universe is; his objectives remain the same the moment he's done here. Right now, the concept is too much to take in– it doesn't hit home or strike him as altogether real. Maybe somewhere later down the line, it'll hit him, but right now he's stubborn in his ways.
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"That's what you think."
He leaves it at that, infuriatingly cryptic. Even if he wasn't fucked up underneath it, even if Jesse knew who he was, he has no intentions of removing it.
"The mask stays."
And then he goes back to flipping through the book, stopping at a blank page to scrape a small marking into it with his claw. A tiny Overwatch symbol. He doesn't care how big the universe is; his objectives remain the same the moment he's done here. Right now, the concept is too much to take in– it doesn't hit home or strike him as altogether real. Maybe somewhere later down the line, it'll hit him, but right now he's stubborn in his ways.