He scoffed. “And you call yourself a supervillain?”
Not really.
“I call myself Skitter. If someone wants to stick me with some other label, that’s their issue to deal with, not mine.”
This. This is a very good line.
“You’re not giving me the gun?”
“No.”
I think this might be building up to blows. Brian seems determined enough to actually try to take the gun by force.
Imagine if Taylor has to shoot him in the leg or something to stop him. Though that’s probably a bad idea, since he could bleed out.
He shrugged, “So you don’t care at all, about what happened to me. You don’t care about this team. And you’ll even look down on us while you do it. Your contemptible friends.”
Dude, she doesn’t even remember most of what would make her care beyond “these people can help me survive”.
And you’re not exactly being a shining example of why she shouldn’t hold contempt for you right now.
“I care. More than you know. But you told me, not long ago, that I should follow my heart, trust my gut. Fine. That’s what I’m doing. You attack her, I’ll fight to save her.”
The terms are on the table where we can all see them.
He barked out a laugh, “You’ll fight me? You’re a traitor now?”
Don’t tell Rachel.
Also, hey, Brian, remember how someone on your team turned out to have joined with intent to betray? Yeah, that was Skitter.
The word hit home. I must have flinched.
“A traitor again,” he added.
Yeah, he just made that connection.
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