Marc rolled his eyes at the explanation, along with the attitude that went with it. He realized that being bedridden wasn't much fun. He'd run around with an injury for a while, though, and that hadn't been fun either. If Sechs wasn't careful, he'd end up doing more harm than good.
"Sometimes rest is the only thing that you can rely on if you want to heal," he pointed out. In the end, though, he couldn't tell Sechs what to do. That wasn't what this place was about. He wasn't going to be like Landel.
He realized he'd more or less fallen off the grid for a while there, and Marc couldn't say much in his defense. Even so, he thought he should explain, and so he took a seat on one of the empty cots, facing the woman specifically.
"I know that," he admitted. "I had to book it out here to meet up with the rest of the rebel forces, and we've had some trouble making reliable radio transmissions that reach you guys in the institute." He was relieved last night's had worked the way it was supposed to. "I guess you already know who I am, but what's your name?"
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"Sometimes rest is the only thing that you can rely on if you want to heal," he pointed out. In the end, though, he couldn't tell Sechs what to do. That wasn't what this place was about. He wasn't going to be like Landel.
He realized he'd more or less fallen off the grid for a while there, and Marc couldn't say much in his defense. Even so, he thought he should explain, and so he took a seat on one of the empty cots, facing the woman specifically.
"I know that," he admitted. "I had to book it out here to meet up with the rest of the rebel forces, and we've had some trouble making reliable radio transmissions that reach you guys in the institute." He was relieved last night's had worked the way it was supposed to. "I guess you already know who I am, but what's your name?"