No... ( that's what four says. and he means it. but he rummages around in the back anyway, picking up a gun and eying it with...well, with his usual impossible to read look. but he does look at it. a very slight pinch to his brow suggests something but what that is even four doesn't know. some buried memory, or rather, removed. a doll. for amusement. for pleasure if that's what the buyer sought. for novelty. not for protection or defense. anything superfluous was scoured out of him.
or it was supposed to be.
there's a slight sigh.
dante broke him out with so little problem, but that makes sense to four because he was the guard. if the guard changed sides or his mind, then what was there to stop him? but being freed is confusing to four more than a relief or a happiness. add to that whatever drug they run through his system — something to do with memories, something to do with how once you start taking it, you can't stop or you'll die — incapacitates him in some ways, he's not the best partner to have on the run.
but he's also not the worst.
four doesn't have his seatbelt on, but he moves closer to the window, gun in hand, trying to then turn more to peer out the back view to see if they're being followed — probable, since four wasn't a cheap buy. he sighs again. )
It's yours. You can name it or not name it as you please.
( the way four's hands adjust on the gun, it looks familiar even if his mind can't catch up to what his muscle memory provides. so far he doesn't see anyone in pursuit, but that probably won't last. )
Why did you...
( he trails off. but it's pretty obvious: why did you take me with you?
what's the point?
his head hurts. vaguely it occurs to him also that he has no clothes, just the plain shift that the traders put all their merchandise into to keep things simple. annoying. )
PROBABLY but not like 4 was getting any better offers smh
or it was supposed to be.
there's a slight sigh.
dante broke him out with so little problem, but that makes sense to four because he was the guard. if the guard changed sides or his mind, then what was there to stop him? but being freed is confusing to four more than a relief or a happiness. add to that whatever drug they run through his system — something to do with memories, something to do with how once you start taking it, you can't stop or you'll die — incapacitates him in some ways, he's not the best partner to have on the run.
but he's also not the worst.
four doesn't have his seatbelt on, but he moves closer to the window, gun in hand, trying to then turn more to peer out the back view to see if they're being followed — probable, since four wasn't a cheap buy. he sighs again. )
It's yours. You can name it or not name it as you please.
( the way four's hands adjust on the gun, it looks familiar even if his mind can't catch up to what his muscle memory provides. so far he doesn't see anyone in pursuit, but that probably won't last. )
Why did you...
( he trails off. but it's pretty obvious: why did you take me with you?
what's the point?
his head hurts. vaguely it occurs to him also that he has no clothes, just the plain shift that the traders put all their merchandise into to keep things simple. annoying. )