Redhawk Caldera frostpunk

Just like last time with the dream, she was starting to analyse every little detail and trying to figure out what was going on with him precisely. The big difference with last time though was that that time, his brain hadn't wanted anyone to know because it was too embarrassing to process. This time, though, his brain seemed like it was ready to press the self-destruct button and have a melt-down if anyone so much as came close to his reasons for being here.

Bronco hadn't pressed it further, but of course the oracle of aaaall-the-way-up-in-your-business couldn't let it go so easily. There was a visceral sort of response to her words, deep inside of him, an urge to bite her, maim her, destroy her. Of course, he wasn't capable of any of these things, and perhaps it was for the better. So instead, he just said, You done with your analyse? Unaware he was using the word just a little off. I'm here to rest. No worry, I'll leave soon so you don't have to look at my ugly face for long. Charles grinned at that, even though it was clear when he said the words that there was some truth to them, at least for him; that it wasn't all just a joke on his own behalf.