[And MacReady's no Javert, right? Adam's not big on the classics (but at least he knows the musical...)
If he takes something, it's only because he knows it's going to be put to good use – those credits will pay off a critical informant, that worm software will help disarm a network of bombs in a culvert below the city streets, and when all else fails, that ammo will get him through a shit situation with his life. Does that make him entitled, or come off as being above the law?
Admittedly, it's– hard to really argue otherwise, hearing it put into those words exactly. He may want to believe he's no better than anyone else – may have needed to for the past two years, lest he compromise every other moral he's got and just give into full-blown nihilism – but it's growing harder to reconcile that with this new belief that (now, more than ever) he needs every advantage he can get. Whether it's his old augs, his new ones– or every useful item he comes across that isn't nailed down. He couldn't possibly have explained at the time he'd decided to reappropriate something. Certainly can't now, either.
He just grunts in acknowledgement at the command. Looks like he's paying the doc a visit later, if only to keep up appearances. Pretending to look interested in the wild goose chase on the screen before him (and not really pulling it off, judging by the way his shoulders slowly start to sag) Adam gladly lets the minutes pass by in silence, doing his best not to look like he's stewing.
The sudden question grabs his attention and he turns his head around, trying – and failing – to not give MacReady the satisfaction of a reaction. Even a scowl as faint as his is.]
Really kills you to see me getting along with anyone here, doesn't it? [A pause and then, more levelly:] She's good at her job, I guess. Figured you of all people would appreciate something like that.
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If he takes something, it's only because he knows it's going to be put to good use – those credits will pay off a critical informant, that worm software will help disarm a network of bombs in a culvert below the city streets, and when all else fails, that ammo will get him through a shit situation with his life. Does that make him entitled, or come off as being above the law?
Admittedly, it's– hard to really argue otherwise, hearing it put into those words exactly. He may want to believe he's no better than anyone else – may have needed to for the past two years, lest he compromise every other moral he's got and just give into full-blown nihilism – but it's growing harder to reconcile that with this new belief that (now, more than ever) he needs every advantage he can get. Whether it's his old augs, his new ones– or every useful item he comes across that isn't nailed down. He couldn't possibly have explained at the time he'd decided to reappropriate something. Certainly can't now, either.
He just grunts in acknowledgement at the command. Looks like he's paying the doc a visit later, if only to keep up appearances. Pretending to look interested in the wild goose chase on the screen before him (and not really pulling it off, judging by the way his shoulders slowly start to sag) Adam gladly lets the minutes pass by in silence, doing his best not to look like he's stewing.
The sudden question grabs his attention and he turns his head around, trying – and failing – to not give MacReady the satisfaction of a reaction. Even a scowl as faint as his is.]
Really kills you to see me getting along with anyone here, doesn't it? [A pause and then, more levelly:] She's good at her job, I guess. Figured you of all people would appreciate something like that.