[ That confirmation has a bit of the tension easing – not all, but enough that some of his muscles relax, though his shoulder still aches from where Raleigh’d nearly popped everything out of socket and broken his goddamn elbow. He’d been riding an adrenaline high from earlier and now that that was fading, weariness and exhaustion was starting to set in. He’s still twitching inside in anger because not only did they lose two jaegers, they lost five people.
Two entire piloting teams gone – just like that. Five people’s lives just snuffed out of existence and they didn’t have time to mourn, didn’t have time to do anything but push forward and hope that two jaegers were going to be enough to do the job and Chuck—
Chuck’s on edge. He’s not afraid, not really, but he knows that there’s no good outcome of the mission now – especially with his dad hurt. What are they supposed to do? Who the fuck is he supposed to jockey with? He isn’t wild about the idea of someone else in his mind he doesn’t know and to be perfectly frank he’s fucking pissed at Herc for screwing this shit up.
They were supposed to go down together – as a team. Chuck never had a lot of expectations about what would happen after the war – he’d been so wrapped up in it for so long that it’s part of him and he literally doesn’t know what he would do with himself without it.
Chuck Hansen doesn’t want to die – but he expects to.
His shoulders sag a little bit and more tension eases and a few walls come down because Becket just saved his fucking ass so he can continue existing long enough to drop a bomb down in the breach. Some of the sharpness drops from his tone. ]
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Two entire piloting teams gone – just like that. Five people’s lives just snuffed out of existence and they didn’t have time to mourn, didn’t have time to do anything but push forward and hope that two jaegers were going to be enough to do the job and Chuck—
Chuck’s on edge. He’s not afraid, not really, but he knows that there’s no good outcome of the mission now – especially with his dad hurt. What are they supposed to do? Who the fuck is he supposed to jockey with? He isn’t wild about the idea of someone else in his mind he doesn’t know and to be perfectly frank he’s fucking pissed at Herc for screwing this shit up.
They were supposed to go down together – as a team. Chuck never had a lot of expectations about what would happen after the war – he’d been so wrapped up in it for so long that it’s part of him and he literally doesn’t know what he would do with himself without it.
Chuck Hansen doesn’t want to die – but he expects to.
His shoulders sag a little bit and more tension eases and a few walls come down because Becket just saved his fucking ass so he can continue existing long enough to drop a bomb down in the breach. Some of the sharpness drops from his tone. ]
Then why’re you here?