Where the hell would we be going? [Fulcrum's backing up, distrustful. Even before when they first met, he'd managed some semblance of "thank you" and "I understand" even if they didn't along initially.
Now? Now he's plenty more reluctant. The trust is dwindling.]
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Where the hell would we be going? [Fulcrum's backing up, distrustful. Even before when they first met, he'd managed some semblance of "thank you" and "I understand" even if they didn't along initially.
Now? Now he's plenty more reluctant. The trust is dwindling.]