[ Maxwell waves a dismissive hand in the air. He's never been one for blindly singing Heero Yuy's praises. Sometimes, he feels like the only man in the Earth Sphere who remembers that guy was human.
Was. It feels more like a 'was,' now. Whatever strides Heero had made towards becoming his own man in the war, he walked back completely when he jumped in that freezer on Preventer's orders. That's how Maxwell felt about it.
Maybe he's still a little angry. ]
Yuy is just bull-headed. You've got a brain and a way with words. When you write down ideas and make them ideals, that shit makes waves, y'know. [ He chuckles dryly, gesturing to himself, to the cassock that's still too wet and too heavy to even be close to drying. ] How do you think preachers even have a job?
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Was. It feels more like a 'was,' now. Whatever strides Heero had made towards becoming his own man in the war, he walked back completely when he jumped in that freezer on Preventer's orders. That's how Maxwell felt about it.
Maybe he's still a little angry. ]
Yuy is just bull-headed. You've got a brain and a way with words. When you write down ideas and make them ideals, that shit makes waves, y'know. [ He chuckles dryly, gesturing to himself, to the cassock that's still too wet and too heavy to even be close to drying. ] How do you think preachers even have a job?