All this time he'd been fighting to uncage the human race. To broaden their horizons. But surely there had to be a happy medium. This was not what he signed up for.
Of course, he hadn't exactly signed up in the first place, but what did any of that matter anymore? He woke up in some kind of hospital, and to say it was on the wrong side of the bed would have been a pretty massive understatement. From there he was shooed into a room full of strange people (some of them weren't even people, but he didn't know what the hell else to call them), and then had to stand there and listen to a few guys give a borderline-incomprehensible spiel about how they were part of some fleet at war with some empire and oh, by the way, someone fucked up and now he's in another dimension. That was probably the point when he came to grips with the fact that this wasn't some stupidly-elaborate fever dream. He was a long, long way from home.
But he'd seen the technology these people possessed and come to the obvious conclusion that trying to fight his way out wouldn't get him very far. Even if he could, what then? He'd gone from one enclosed space to another. At least this one was a hell of a lot cleaner. At that point, the clear choice was to try to reclaim his gear, find somewhere at least somewhat private to put it on, and then begin tentatively exploring. Thus there was now a small, irritable man wearing an odd belted contraption stalking around not far from the briefing room.
Because while back home humanity teetered on the brink of extinction, what he really wanted to be doing was hanging around with his thumb up his ass in outer goddamn space.
Levi | Attack on Titan
Of course, he hadn't exactly signed up in the first place, but what did any of that matter anymore? He woke up in some kind of hospital, and to say it was on the wrong side of the bed would have been a pretty massive understatement. From there he was shooed into a room full of strange people (some of them weren't even people, but he didn't know what the hell else to call them), and then had to stand there and listen to a few guys give a borderline-incomprehensible spiel about how they were part of some fleet at war with some empire and oh, by the way, someone fucked up and now he's in another dimension. That was probably the point when he came to grips with the fact that this wasn't some stupidly-elaborate fever dream. He was a long, long way from home.
But he'd seen the technology these people possessed and come to the obvious conclusion that trying to fight his way out wouldn't get him very far. Even if he could, what then? He'd gone from one enclosed space to another. At least this one was a hell of a lot cleaner. At that point, the clear choice was to try to reclaim his gear, find somewhere at least somewhat private to put it on, and then begin tentatively exploring. Thus there was now a small, irritable man wearing an odd belted contraption stalking around not far from the briefing room.
Because while back home humanity teetered on the brink of extinction, what he really wanted to be doing was hanging around with his thumb up his ass in outer goddamn space.
What a joke.