Rather than having another explosive outburst, Number 6 goes very, very still--save for the tense tremble of his hands where they tighten into fists at his sides. How? How has this been allowed to happen? How could any society accept this as a sacrifice for their own safety? He cannot begin to fathom a world where this was ever appropriate.
When he finally manages to swallow down his outrage enough to speak, it's with a very tightly controlled cadence. "Miss Wells, if I may approach?" He does so, slowly, so she knows he isn't intending to harm her.
"I struggle to find the words for how upsetting this news is to me. I both know what a terrible responsibility it is to take up the defense of your fellow citizens, and what a painful burden it is to carry the loss of your comrades. I know it intimately."
He reaches to put a hand out to her shoulder, still slow, still eerily calm. "I served in order to keep young people like you from needing to. So, you must understand this is why I find the idea of you having been put into such a position so...abhorrent."
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When he finally manages to swallow down his outrage enough to speak, it's with a very tightly controlled cadence. "Miss Wells, if I may approach?" He does so, slowly, so she knows he isn't intending to harm her.
"I struggle to find the words for how upsetting this news is to me. I both know what a terrible responsibility it is to take up the defense of your fellow citizens, and what a painful burden it is to carry the loss of your comrades. I know it intimately."
He reaches to put a hand out to her shoulder, still slow, still eerily calm. "I served in order to keep young people like you from needing to. So, you must understand this is why I find the idea of you having been put into such a position so...abhorrent."