[ Defeat takes hold at this news. Dickerson deflates in his armor, the full body slump of a vacuum cleaner after the cable’s been pulled.
Again?
He thinks about it. To him it feels like he thinks about it for a very long time.
The reality is that Bastien speaks to him and opens the van door and Dickerson steps up into it, loaded as easily as a horse into a trailer. He takes the open seat rather than calculate for anyone still outside having to crawl in over him, wordlessly distrustful of Wysteria in the pilot’s chair and also disinterested in complaining about it now that he is no longer a pedestrian.
He’s still host to at least 1/4th of a McDonald’s bag. ]
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Again?
He thinks about it. To him it feels like he thinks about it for a very long time.
The reality is that Bastien speaks to him and opens the van door and Dickerson steps up into it, loaded as easily as a horse into a trailer. He takes the open seat rather than calculate for anyone still outside having to crawl in over him, wordlessly distrustful of Wysteria in the pilot’s chair and also disinterested in complaining about it now that he is no longer a pedestrian.
He’s still host to at least 1/4th of a McDonald’s bag. ]