[ Mentally, he takes stock of what hurts and what doesn't; the latter list is quite short. He has all his teeth, though, and he's fairly certain there's no internal bleeding. The bruises are going to look ugly over the next few days and the mere thought of having to move again now that he's sitting is...well, he doesn't really want to. But he knows he has to. There's still so much to be done, people to meet, deals to broker.
Anything and everything to get them all out of swinging because Jan Van Eck said so. He was the stupid pigeon that got them into this and he'll get them out. Even if, should things go completely sideways, he needs to take the fall for all of it. ]
And I probably haven't deserved to get this far. The Barrel doesn't care, you know that. [ He'd always known he'd lose a popularity contest, a show of solidarity and loyalty, if it came to the Dregs having to choose him over Per Haskell. The old man wasn't very good at keeping a roof over their heads, but he was personable. Treated so many of them like sons or daughters when they had nothing. Too many of them still remembered Haskell giving them their shot, their chance at something better than scraping on the streets. He had his own group but it was small in comparison. Something he planned on rectifying, as long as all of them got out of this. ]
Anika and them did exactly what I needed them to do. [ It would've turned into a bigger bloodbath if they'd gotten involved. Dregs versus Dregs, rather than the conversation it ended up being: showing them all who was going to keep them from rolling over for Rollins. ]
Some might. [ He gives her a small shrug after he takes the compress, wincing when he does. Carefully, he puts it over his swollen eye, letting out a sigh at the chill of the cloth. ] It would be a mistake, but they might.
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Date: 2021-04-26 02:41 pm (UTC)Anything and everything to get them all out of swinging because Jan Van Eck said so. He was the stupid pigeon that got them into this and he'll get them out. Even if, should things go completely sideways, he needs to take the fall for all of it. ]
And I probably haven't deserved to get this far. The Barrel doesn't care, you know that. [ He'd always known he'd lose a popularity contest, a show of solidarity and loyalty, if it came to the Dregs having to choose him over Per Haskell. The old man wasn't very good at keeping a roof over their heads, but he was personable. Treated so many of them like sons or daughters when they had nothing. Too many of them still remembered Haskell giving them their shot, their chance at something better than scraping on the streets. He had his own group but it was small in comparison. Something he planned on rectifying, as long as all of them got out of this. ]
Anika and them did exactly what I needed them to do. [ It would've turned into a bigger bloodbath if they'd gotten involved. Dregs versus Dregs, rather than the conversation it ended up being: showing them all who was going to keep them from rolling over for Rollins. ]
Some might. [ He gives her a small shrug after he takes the compress, wincing when he does. Carefully, he puts it over his swollen eye, letting out a sigh at the chill of the cloth. ] It would be a mistake, but they might.