Then maybe you would understand...
Rob's ankle's busted; I'm wondering how he's still standing. He's probably using some Zen bat trick. Also, I have no doubt he's got more owies that he ain't telling us about, he likes to show off and be stoic like that. Cissie's right eye has a deep purple bruise. She got clocked good and it had to hurt. It's puffy, purple, and swollen shut. Even if she could string an arrow-- which she can't at the moment-- with only one good eye for sight, she sure as hell couldn't hit a target. They really can't help, not that they would want to now.
They're looking at me like I don't know what the definition of retreat is. I do. It's so you can go back and kick ass some other day. Only I'm not waiting for tomorrow. I'm not going to "hang on" while they ring the moon. I'm rearing to go now, and if she was here, she would be too.
"No."
And there it is folks. The word that would be an argument.
"You're not going." Robin's quite vocal about this. He's putting on a good show too, standing in the doorway daring me to move him. It'd be more impressive a gesture and easier for me to be harsh if he looked like he wasn't about to pass out.
I'm tired, I'd love to scream and yell about this, especially to Rob. I know it's not his fault, but hey, it makes me feel better, but part of me knows he's right. And a larger more frustrated part of me doesn't want to listen to that sentiment. That's the part of me that just wants to fly up through the skylight and go off in a huff just to prove my point.
"We need help." There he goes with the logic again. It's really quite annoying. Just makes me want to hit something... or someone.
"Fine. You call for back up. I'm going in." Oh yeah, baby, lay on the slick.
"This isn't some silly stupid action movie Kon!" Cissie protests. "We barely got out of there!"
"That's exactly it! We got out! They didn't. I'm going back. Simple."
"Those bastiches won't even know what hit 'em."
Well that was unexpected and I jump on the defense. "Who said you were comi--" and then it clicks. "Right. Right. So you make your vid calls and tell them to catch up with us."
And Cissie starts protesting again. Quite loudly. Talking quickly and with limited arm gestures. I'm not paying attention cause I just don't want to hear it.
"Let him go."
And of course, shocked as all heck, everyone turns to look at Rob. I nod, it seems only right and it's about as much thanks I'm going to express at the moment. Gotta save face, y'know, 'cause I'm right.
"And good luck," he says.
And we're off.