Gar looks at Dorrek like he had gone insane before he even got to the end of the options.
"Are you insane?" Gar questions because who gives that kind of choice and then only an hour to make it.
He works his jaw because the choices clearly all seem to be delivered in a way that's pushing him toward the obvious one. He knows what Dorrek wants him to choose and Dorrek had made sure that it'd be difficult to choose any of the others.
After all wasn't it a scouting mission that had ended up with far more than scouting being done? How could Gar trust any of his soldiers in that sort of situation. Still the chance to go home... he wanted to so badly.
But if he went home he'd have no further chances to try and get the stubborn alien to see any reason... What if he could...
And that's not to mention the part of him that would miss Dorrek if he couldn't see him again, his brow furrows. Something's not right with that thought but he couldn't really pin it down anymore why he shouldn't feel that way.
"Would I still be your prisoner?" he question, raising the wrist that had a gauntlet that kept him from shifting. He hadn't been able to roar and run for so long. It'd been just as terrible as anything else had been maybe a little more than anything other than the fact he missed his people.
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"Are you insane?" Gar questions because who gives that kind of choice and then only an hour to make it.
He works his jaw because the choices clearly all seem to be delivered in a way that's pushing him toward the obvious one. He knows what Dorrek wants him to choose and Dorrek had made sure that it'd be difficult to choose any of the others.
After all wasn't it a scouting mission that had ended up with far more than scouting being done? How could Gar trust any of his soldiers in that sort of situation. Still the chance to go home... he wanted to so badly.
But if he went home he'd have no further chances to try and get the stubborn alien to see any reason... What if he could...
And that's not to mention the part of him that would miss Dorrek if he couldn't see him again, his brow furrows. Something's not right with that thought but he couldn't really pin it down anymore why he shouldn't feel that way.
"Would I still be your prisoner?" he question, raising the wrist that had a gauntlet that kept him from shifting. He hadn't been able to roar and run for so long. It'd been just as terrible as anything else had been maybe a little more than anything other than the fact he missed his people.