"Fine. Kill me." And his words are suddenly heated. Where Wells gets cocky, Gabe gets mad. And he is--he's frustrated, too, that with everything, he can't do shit. He's stick here, probably going to die, probably going to fucking wilt.
"You'll never figure out how I work, though. How to use this--" He points to his head with his index finger "--on other people. That's something that'll take a while and that's something you can't get from my dead body, Wells."
It's his one last gambit. The only thing he has left.
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Date: 2016-06-06 09:05 am (UTC)"You'll never figure out how I work, though. How to use this--" He points to his head with his index finger "--on other people. That's something that'll take a while and that's something you can't get from my dead body, Wells."
It's his one last gambit. The only thing he has left.