[He saw because he was a stupid Bat who ran to watch (to see what happened). He makes a sort of playfully yeah-okay face.]
This place does all kinds of weird shit. Killing them is a breach of contract. There are probably fail safes involved. Or, you know... maybe Virgo is just a spooky ghost.
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He just can't. Rupert? Rupert shaking his fist at the ceiling like "old man yells at cloud" is too much for him.]
Maybe it's working. I'm trembling.
[It's the PTSD.]
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He lifts the arm up into an L shape, pushing up Rupert's sleeve if he has anything. He closes Rupert's fingers so they make a fist.]
Okay. [pfffft] Now give me some muscle.
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[he tries. there is very little happening if there's anything at all. this absolute twink.]
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He can probably wrap his whole hand around Rupert’s upper arm, but all he does is squish the muscle with his thumb and two fingers.
So little is happening here.]
We’re going to have to do a few push ups maybe.
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[cease your sass]
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I mean... you never know. A lot of people can sometimes use a good, solid punch or two. Why, you think he's not human, or something?
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This place does all kinds of weird shit. Killing them is a breach of contract. There are probably fail safes involved. Or, you know... maybe Virgo is just a spooky ghost.