Wing had had a feeling his discovery of the link was not going to go over well, but this, well, this was worse than he anticipated. The timing that forced it certainly did not help. He's realizing now that he has a bond with Drift that he's feeling ashamed and remorseful of, leaving him sick and disconcerted. Part of him wants desperately to flee, to put some distance between then, because it's the only recompense we can offer right now.
But the other part is frustrated beyond all means with the situation at hand. He sidesteps Ambulon and turns to Drift, an open hand thrust into the air between them, both pleading and accusing.
"No one's doing anything because you haven't given us a chance to! I gave you plenty of more constructive ways to come at this tactic and you shrugged them all off!" He's fraying around the edges now, voice high and strained with a collision of anger and fear. "Why not ask Perceptor what he thinks? He's analytically minded, surely he can run all the variables and tell you the chances of success better than I. Or why not Vector, the one who has to fetch you back if--WHEN--you die. Except, no wait, you don't trust him and he's probably still lying unconscious in a medbay somewhere right now!'
The gold optics flicker with a tangle of emotion, searching Drift's face as he pants softly through his vents. When Drift reaches for the Great Sword, Wing almost stops him. But no.
"You don't want me that close, fine. But do you even know how much you're sacrificing if you do this? And for what? Information you can't even guarantee we'll get?"
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But the other part is frustrated beyond all means with the situation at hand. He sidesteps Ambulon and turns to Drift, an open hand thrust into the air between them, both pleading and accusing.
"No one's doing anything because you haven't given us a chance to! I gave you plenty of more constructive ways to come at this tactic and you shrugged them all off!" He's fraying around the edges now, voice high and strained with a collision of anger and fear. "Why not ask Perceptor what he thinks? He's analytically minded, surely he can run all the variables and tell you the chances of success better than I. Or why not Vector, the one who has to fetch you back if--WHEN--you die. Except, no wait, you don't trust him and he's probably still lying unconscious in a medbay somewhere right now!'
The gold optics flicker with a tangle of emotion, searching Drift's face as he pants softly through his vents. When Drift reaches for the Great Sword, Wing almost stops him. But no.
"You don't want me that close, fine. But do you even know how much you're sacrificing if you do this? And for what? Information you can't even guarantee we'll get?"