[ chuck isn't the kind of man who hands out comforts. he doesn't have the right soul for it, and he sure as hell doesn't have the temperment. the men and women of the shatterdome run on pure efficiency- on what needs to be done and what has to be scrapped, sold, bartered, and melted down to do it. as one of their own for as far back as he cares to remember, chuck had taken those ideologies into himself and buried them like seeds. shining and polished dreams about the kind of man he could be, and all of the impossibles he would do in exchange for his human heart.
what he's doing here and why the hell he's doing it- aren't things he can take the time to examine. it's possible he never will. ]
All that mouth on you an' you can't think of one thing you wanna do t'marrah morning?
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what he's doing here and why the hell he's doing it- aren't things he can take the time to examine. it's possible he never will. ]
All that mouth on you an' you can't think of one thing you wanna do t'marrah morning?