Rook's lips pressed into a thin line as he listened to Fu's story. That wasn't good. His sunglassed gaze flickered to the other Changeling as she arrived. Oh, he remembered this one. The weepy one who had sobbed so loudly that boys just needed to hurt each other in the Summer Coronation debacle. The foolish little girl, who knew nothing of honour or valour or what was right, but thought that they should have just punched each other to death like grunting cavemen, because... what? They were men? Since when did having a penis mean he had to punch everything he met to death?
That wasn't exactly who he wanted to have his back near the Hedge. Particularly not if it was dangerous. His tongue flickered against the roof of his mouth, the words urgently trying to come out. He turned his gaze to Fu, rigidly.
"Well, better that you check with back-up, then. Being dragged back there is the last thing that any of us need to deal with," the Metalflesh flexed his rigid fingers. It took a moment for him to formulate words that he felt it was reasonable to speak to Terra, and even then, his tongue jerked with the truth, making his speech splinter. "If you're not a fighter, it wouldn't be a good idea for you to come along."
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