[McCree sighs loudly and slumps in his chair--the very epitome of teenage vindication. It's not like he really has a choice here, even if they're framing it like he does. What kind of idiot is going to go and shoot themselves in the foot like that? Even if he's not thrilled with the idea, cynical and suspicious as hell of their offer, he at least knows for a fact what's waiting for him behind bars.
A whole lotta' nothin'.
At least he can still do something with himself, even if he suspects he's going to hate a lot of it. Jesse McCree's never been afraid of venturing into the unknown. He gives Gabe and Jack some long hard stares again. His lips pull into a frown. For a brief second he thinks about what it'd really mean to clean up after his own messes. What if he could actually do some good in the world... like a real hero? It's stupid, and he dashes whatever optimistic hope he might have tried to give himself in light of the reality of this situation.
He's got a lot of questions, most of which amount to why me but he already knows the answer. It's pointless to ask. Just as much to keep arguing. McCree half-rolls his eyes and shakes his head.]
Sure. Fine. [He raises his wrists again, metal clinking lightly together in a much more humbled offering of himself instead of in declaration to the otherwise emptiness of these cells.] Which one of you gents gets stuck babysittin' me first, huh?
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A whole lotta' nothin'.
At least he can still do something with himself, even if he suspects he's going to hate a lot of it. Jesse McCree's never been afraid of venturing into the unknown. He gives Gabe and Jack some long hard stares again. His lips pull into a frown. For a brief second he thinks about what it'd really mean to clean up after his own messes. What if he could actually do some good in the world... like a real hero? It's stupid, and he dashes whatever optimistic hope he might have tried to give himself in light of the reality of this situation.
He's got a lot of questions, most of which amount to why me but he already knows the answer. It's pointless to ask. Just as much to keep arguing. McCree half-rolls his eyes and shakes his head.]
Sure. Fine. [He raises his wrists again, metal clinking lightly together in a much more humbled offering of himself instead of in declaration to the otherwise emptiness of these cells.] Which one of you gents gets stuck babysittin' me first, huh?