[ He frowns when Billy's eyes grow distant, and not for the first time in his life – and almost certainly not for the last – Faraday worries he might have stuck his foot in his mouth, or that he pulled too hard on that bit of thread.
Billy's answer, though, startles him more than anything, and for once, Faraday is silent. Truthfully, Faraday doubts any of the men Chisolm recruited believed they would see the battle through to the other side. Sure, they all must have hoped, but realists that they all were, Faraday imagines they recognized a stacked deck when they saw one.
Faraday already knew he was a dead man walking, the instant he took that first bullet; it's why he so quickly decided to charge the Gatling gun. Might as well put himself to good use while he still had breath in him, right? He had hoped the others would make it out, but it seems that wasn't the case.
He lets out a slow breath. ]
If it's any consolation— [ And the words come slowly, with only a hint of his earlier levity; he still can't quite wrap his head around his own death. Or near-death? He isn't quite sure how it works, considering he woke up in a hospital bed, hooked up to all manner of strange machines. ] —I took care of the Gatling gun.
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Billy's answer, though, startles him more than anything, and for once, Faraday is silent. Truthfully, Faraday doubts any of the men Chisolm recruited believed they would see the battle through to the other side. Sure, they all must have hoped, but realists that they all were, Faraday imagines they recognized a stacked deck when they saw one.
Faraday already knew he was a dead man walking, the instant he took that first bullet; it's why he so quickly decided to charge the Gatling gun. Might as well put himself to good use while he still had breath in him, right? He had hoped the others would make it out, but it seems that wasn't the case.
He lets out a slow breath. ]
If it's any consolation— [ And the words come slowly, with only a hint of his earlier levity; he still can't quite wrap his head around his own death. Or near-death? He isn't quite sure how it works, considering he woke up in a hospital bed, hooked up to all manner of strange machines. ] —I took care of the Gatling gun.