[ after what Judy's subjected her through? Bigby would forgive her for having a migraine as long as she was forced to deal with. even being melted by a laser meant nothing in comparison to what happened to her. he doesn't know the full picture, but if it was enough to kill her without having actually been inflicted any pain... he doesn't even want to think about it. she's enough of a handful in her current state as is, so he doesn't have to do much to distract himself. ]
Nuh uh. Hitting something or someone isn't going to do you any favors. I did it enough. Trust me, not as beneficial as I wanted it to be.
[ she talks about how many times he could have killed her and he frowns. his eyes are cast downward and he avoids looking at her. regardless of his good intentions, his moral standing, he was still a part of a group that was going around killing others for the name of science. for a greater goal that couldn't have been foreseen by anyone or anything. Bigby's hands have never been free of blood, before or after this experiment, but he knew one thing for certain. ]
I was never going to let you be killed. By me or by anyone else in that group of psychos.
[ his opinion of the other scientists is revealed, but it's not like it would soften Elizabeth's outlook on him. he isn't looking for her sympathy. she's allowed to be as angry as she wants to be, and considering they're about to spending much more than just ten days together, she can also take as long as she needs to as well. with her calming down to an extent, he lets go of her hands and instead holds her by the hips. it's more of an act of reassurance than anything, but she can take it as she wants. ]
If it matters to you, it matters. But yeah. We're... we're dead. Or whatever it is we want to call this.
[ the acceptance of that is rough, especially when he considers where they are currently at. Bigby takes a look around the bar before settling his eyes back on her, running his hands up and down her sides to try his best to keep her calm. ]
We met in a bar for the first time. Didn't, uh. Think this is where we would wind up finding each other in the afterlife, too.
[ there's something about constants and variables in there that can be considered an entertaining thought. ]
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Nuh uh. Hitting something or someone isn't going to do you any favors. I did it enough. Trust me, not as beneficial as I wanted it to be.
[ she talks about how many times he could have killed her and he frowns. his eyes are cast downward and he avoids looking at her. regardless of his good intentions, his moral standing, he was still a part of a group that was going around killing others for the name of science. for a greater goal that couldn't have been foreseen by anyone or anything. Bigby's hands have never been free of blood, before or after this experiment, but he knew one thing for certain. ]
I was never going to let you be killed. By me or by anyone else in that group of psychos.
[ his opinion of the other scientists is revealed, but it's not like it would soften Elizabeth's outlook on him. he isn't looking for her sympathy. she's allowed to be as angry as she wants to be, and considering they're about to spending much more than just ten days together, she can also take as long as she needs to as well. with her calming down to an extent, he lets go of her hands and instead holds her by the hips. it's more of an act of reassurance than anything, but she can take it as she wants. ]
If it matters to you, it matters. But yeah. We're... we're dead. Or whatever it is we want to call this.
[ the acceptance of that is rough, especially when he considers where they are currently at. Bigby takes a look around the bar before settling his eyes back on her, running his hands up and down her sides to try his best to keep her calm. ]
We met in a bar for the first time. Didn't, uh. Think this is where we would wind up finding each other in the afterlife, too.
[ there's something about constants and variables in there that can be considered an entertaining thought. ]