[It's a lot to process, and he starts to pace again, slowly, parsing it all out. Shaw incites a brief fury before he forces it away; it's not the same Shaw, very well, it won't matter then. (There is some perverse satisfaction, however, in knowing that Shaw is not in charge.)
And it doesn't sound so unfamiliar, in some ways - they are the superior race, they are the homo sapiens creeping up on the unsuspecting neanderthals. It's evolution, and time will satisfy it.
But he doesn't want to rule his friends, his family. He doesn't want to rule. He's only ever wanted to do what's right.
It's the last part that makes him sit down, finally, hands clasped between his knees.]
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And it doesn't sound so unfamiliar, in some ways - they are the superior race, they are the homo sapiens creeping up on the unsuspecting neanderthals. It's evolution, and time will satisfy it.
But he doesn't want to rule his friends, his family. He doesn't want to rule. He's only ever wanted to do what's right.
It's the last part that makes him sit down, finally, hands clasped between his knees.]
That's a first.