[There's a whiplike flash of anger that crosses his face on hearing that, there and gone in a blink. As Scien continues to speak, his expression rests caught somewhere between that ingrained, reflexive disgust and the complex bundle of everything else he can't even begin to untangle just yet.
Even these words are hard to believe. That he's not a good person? Of course. That he's worthy of scorn? More than some, as far as he's concerned. But it's hard to separate the people who would abuse Reliver technology so flagrantly from its creator, especially in his mind.
All the same.]
...I'll listen.
[Curt, but at least not a complete shut-down of conversation. There is perhaps just enough of a seed of doubt and just enough of a weakening of the drug in his system that he can fight against the impulse to end the conversation here and now by putting Scien's head through the ground.]
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Even these words are hard to believe. That he's not a good person? Of course. That he's worthy of scorn? More than some, as far as he's concerned. But it's hard to separate the people who would abuse Reliver technology so flagrantly from its creator, especially in his mind.
All the same.]
...I'll listen.
[Curt, but at least not a complete shut-down of conversation. There is perhaps just enough of a seed of doubt and just enough of a weakening of the drug in his system that he can fight against the impulse to end the conversation here and now by putting Scien's head through the ground.]