"There's one little problem: The way you're doing it? Kinda sucks. I mean, how many people were in the Pod Caverns again? Then there were those nice folks at Vista Verde. Nadia..."
He jabs Jaime in the chest.
"All because you're weak. You know it, I know it, you're enemies know it. You're soft. And it's only going to get more people killed, because, sad to say, you are no Ted Kord." He adds, glibly,
He pulls Jaime forward by the collar.
"That's what's so beautifully ironic about this. No matter what, you lose. You get to either watch as innocents die around you--probably some friends and crewmates, too--because you're an idealistic powder puff. OR you can deal with it all by doing all that you're truly capable of--but would wind up basically selling your soul in the process. Sticky little situation, that."
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"There's one little problem: The way you're doing it? Kinda sucks. I mean, how many people were in the Pod Caverns again? Then there were those nice folks at Vista Verde. Nadia..."
He jabs Jaime in the chest.
"All because you're weak. You know it, I know it, you're enemies know it. You're soft. And it's only going to get more people killed, because, sad to say, you are no Ted Kord." He adds, glibly,
He pulls Jaime forward by the collar.
"That's what's so beautifully ironic about this. No matter what, you lose. You get to either watch as innocents die around you--probably some friends and crewmates, too--because you're an idealistic powder puff. OR you can deal with it all by doing all that you're truly capable of--but would wind up basically selling your soul in the process. Sticky little situation, that."
He slaps Jaime on the cheek, gently.
"But it doesn't matter anymore, does it."