Rufus realizes that he's catching his breath once the silence finally settles in the area. The offended drake is very much dead, staining the ground with her blood, but Rufus' body is still grappled with adrenaline, and he has to force himself to lower his gun arm after a few seconds pass.]
Job's a success, no matter how you look at it.
[Yeah, it was a shitshow, but it was a successful shitshow, and Rufus' battered pride won't allow for it to be perceived in any other way. He turns to face Alec, shoulder bloodied and numb, while the rest of him begins to throb with pain.]
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Rufus realizes that he's catching his breath once the silence finally settles in the area. The offended drake is very much dead, staining the ground with her blood, but Rufus' body is still grappled with adrenaline, and he has to force himself to lower his gun arm after a few seconds pass.]
Job's a success, no matter how you look at it.
[Yeah, it was a shitshow, but it was a successful shitshow, and Rufus' battered pride won't allow for it to be perceived in any other way. He turns to face Alec, shoulder bloodied and numb, while the rest of him begins to throb with pain.]
Guess I should thank you.