[Carl laughs hysterically at Daniels’ failed attempt to get up and walks over to taunt him further but is stopped in his tracks when he notices the mangled appendages begin to straighten themselves out. ]
“Holy shit… You’re one of us. AND YOU’VE BEEN WORKING FOR HIM!!”
Carl’s face reddens and begins to shake with rage. The sheer thought that Daniels had been working for Sgt. Reaver makes Carl want to kill him. If he was in possession of a weapon he surely would have used it. However, it may very well be to his advantage to keep him alive rather than kill him. So long as he cooperates…
Though rapidly healing, Daniels knows that until his legs are fully healed, it’d be futile to feed Carl’s aggression at the moment. He decides that given the nature of the grand scheme of things he would be much better off assumed dead by Reaver.
Carl’s aggression is still far from faded but he can’t help but be distracted at Daniel’s legs as they continue to straighten themselves out. Noticing Carl’s fixation on his legs Daniels turns his attention to them also. As he stares he begins to explain himself to carl.
“It… happened two years ago I think. I was on assignment in Cuba. An explosive went off when I was engaged with an enemy... I should have been killed. There wa- “
“So why the fuck are you out here trying to kill us- trying to kill ME!? So many lives have been lost in this artificial war and here you are running around helping the man who’s been perpetuating it making people like me and my-“
“STOP! You think I don’t know this already!? You think I need a fucking lecture on this shit? Maybe I’m just dumb enough to black and oblivious to being a minority all over again in a totally new aspect. No, I KNOW. I know what situation I’m in and really only have gotten a chance to see it from the other side since this accident. I have tried to help end this in other so many ways. Believe me. I have tried…
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