and all their words for glory, well they always sounded empty
Perhaps it’s all part of the façade, the way he goes to reattach his arm – he isn’t sure if he can do it himself, and a thought occurs to him of when he’d had Isla take off his true arm, how he’d frightened her and she’d promptly smacked him with it. It’s a thought that lingers as the realignment doesn’t quite go well and his laughter fades into something a hint more mischievous, looking up at Amun as he offers his hand.
A hand which he takes with his only good hand now, shuffling to keep a hold of the prosthetic. It fails, however, his upgrade clattering to the ground as he stands. “Not sure.” He replies gruffly, bending over to pick up the arm before he considers Amun for a second, draws back with his good arm and promptly smacks his metal arm right into Amun. “Payback’s a bitch, though.” To this he says with an amused grin, one that has him stepping back and away from Amun, unsure if he plans to offer any kind of retaliation, though Varus thinks he certainly deserved it.
A hand which he takes with his only good hand now, shuffling to keep a hold of the prosthetic. It fails, however, his upgrade clattering to the ground as he stands. “Not sure.” He replies gruffly, bending over to pick up the arm before he considers Amun for a second, draws back with his good arm and promptly smacks his metal arm right into Amun. “Payback’s a bitch, though.” To this he says with an amused grin, one that has him stepping back and away from Amun, unsure if he plans to offer any kind of retaliation, though Varus thinks he certainly deserved it.
VARUS
