[Newt looks away, too. He focuses his attention on a crack in the asphalt, his heart thrumming as Hermann goes on. How long has he been waiting for this? The words don't seem real. He balls up his fists.
It's his turn to talk, but... Cobbling together a Pons system out of car parts before curfew strikes sounds like the easier plan. Drifting would certainly be preferable to having to put words around this.]
You--Really? [He already knew, though. Of course he knew. So much is clicking into place all of the sudden.]
...There was nothing else to do with it? I... How could you just let that go?
[It's not an accusation. The question is genuine, despite the pain its filled with.]
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It's his turn to talk, but... Cobbling together a Pons system out of car parts before curfew strikes sounds like the easier plan. Drifting would certainly be preferable to having to put words around this.]
You--Really? [He already knew, though. Of course he knew. So much is clicking into place all of the sudden.]
...There was nothing else to do with it? I... How could you just let that go?
[It's not an accusation. The question is genuine, despite the pain its filled with.]