[Dixon's about to make some comment about "oh, you know Revan?", except then what Loken says sinks in. Really sinks in.
Dixon throws his hands up hard enough that his pen flips out of his grip, claps against the wall behind him, and falls to the ground.]
Are you fucking kidding me. [It's not a question, just an expression of extreme exasperation. All those days of painful, humiliating dragging himself behind the others was completely unnecessary, and in a way that really, they all should have thought of before. Or at least told him. He makes another exasperated noise and recovers his pen, shooting Loken a little glare as if somehow this is his fault.
Loken goes on to give him advice that's very similar to what Revan told him, but unlike then, he does't want to hear it. Or maybe he just doesn't want to hear it from Loken.]
Good thing I ain't a swordsman, then. [Deflection, one of Dixon's like, three skills, up there with drinking and derailing perfectly good conversations.]
no subject
Dixon throws his hands up hard enough that his pen flips out of his grip, claps against the wall behind him, and falls to the ground.]
Are you fucking kidding me. [It's not a question, just an expression of extreme exasperation. All those days of painful, humiliating dragging himself behind the others was completely unnecessary, and in a way that really, they all should have thought of before. Or at least told him. He makes another exasperated noise and recovers his pen, shooting Loken a little glare as if somehow this is his fault.
Loken goes on to give him advice that's very similar to what Revan told him, but unlike then, he does't want to hear it. Or maybe he just doesn't want to hear it from Loken.]
Good thing I ain't a swordsman, then. [Deflection, one of Dixon's like, three skills, up there with drinking and derailing perfectly good conversations.]