[ Emet-Selch seems to be in the latter camp, personally, because Verso’s suggestion gets him another sideways glance, that golden gaze scrutinizing for the space of a breath.
Ultimately, he seems to decide that having an argument about it is more trouble than pulling over for a bit. Besides, it’s not as if they’re on a schedule. What do they have waiting for them in this city? More of the same, he imagines. Debt and disappointment. ]
Fine. But if there is naught to save, then we move on.
[ The guy is like… smack in the middle of the road, so they need to pull off anyway. Once they’re close enough, Emet-Selch eases the Jeep onto the shoulder – or whatever passes for a shoulder anymore. He has foresight enough to take the keys out of the ignition and keep them with him as they move to investigate. ]
no subject
Ultimately, he seems to decide that having an argument about it is more trouble than pulling over for a bit. Besides, it’s not as if they’re on a schedule. What do they have waiting for them in this city? More of the same, he imagines. Debt and disappointment. ]
Fine. But if there is naught to save, then we move on.
[ The guy is like… smack in the middle of the road, so they need to pull off anyway. Once they’re close enough, Emet-Selch eases the Jeep onto the shoulder – or whatever passes for a shoulder anymore. He has foresight enough to take the keys out of the ignition and keep them with him as they move to investigate. ]