[Dan shudders. He's in the hero business, but on a very small scale, a person here, a family there, intimate sorts of hunts and negotiations where problems can usually be solved one-on-one, whether by talking or by shooting. He thinks small, not in a closeminded way, but simply because a more global view always highlights how powerless he is, how he doesn't even know where to start in making this world a better place.
A billion dead. That's more than Dan can hope to ever wrap his head around, and the fact that he's just grabbing people one by one out of the fight here, helping individuals - throwing starfish by starfish back into the ocean, to cite an old morality tale - suddenly feels so small and heavy at the same time.]
I'd call that a loss, personally. [Dan's all about the preservation of life.
He swings the horse around a tight corner, hoping CT is holding on, unaware from this angle that they're being funneled into a trap by the Sisters, who will be able to come at them in a pincer figuration.]
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A billion dead. That's more than Dan can hope to ever wrap his head around, and the fact that he's just grabbing people one by one out of the fight here, helping individuals - throwing starfish by starfish back into the ocean, to cite an old morality tale - suddenly feels so small and heavy at the same time.]
I'd call that a loss, personally. [Dan's all about the preservation of life.
He swings the horse around a tight corner, hoping CT is holding on, unaware from this angle that they're being funneled into a trap by the Sisters, who will be able to come at them in a pincer figuration.]