"Me? I'm the Point Man. I take care of the details, deal with the research, and make sure everything goes to plan. It might seem dull in comparison to what the others do in their specific areas, but without me no one would know what they were doing. And it gives the chance to explore things from every angle, however basic." Eyeing Bela curiously, with unvoiced suspicion, Arthur adds with a smile, "I don't know much about what it is that you do, but I have the feeling you'd make a great Extractor."
Arthur laughs. "Imagination is important, as I've been repeatedly informed," he admits with a hint of bitterness, "But it's not everything. Usually I leave the more creative aspects to the others and make sure they're not getting ahead of themselves." He pauses at that, smiling solemnly. "Letting anyone into this world is always a risk, it's something that's only done when necessary, but you're a rare exception - I know you can be trusted with this."
"George Clooney?" Arthur raises a playful eyebrow. "Certainly not. How would I ever compete?" He looks to their hands, smiling softly, and offers a gentle squeeze in return. "That isn't to say that you can't have fun with the technology, but you always need to be aware of where to draw the line."
"I appreciate that, thank you." A comfortable silence falls, and though Arthur doesn't initially plan on elaborating, he finds himself opening up a little. It's strange, foreign - it's been a long time since he's spoken opening about anything remotely personal. "My mom died when I was fifteen, and during my time with the military I saw friends die in combat. But more recently I lost a good friend. Mal. She was part of our original team, an architect, and the person who brought me into all of this outside of the army. She always reminded me of my mom, and when she died..."
I'm Batman.
Arthur laughs. "Imagination is important, as I've been repeatedly informed," he admits with a hint of bitterness, "But it's not everything. Usually I leave the more creative aspects to the others and make sure they're not getting ahead of themselves." He pauses at that, smiling solemnly. "Letting anyone into this world is always a risk, it's something that's only done when necessary, but you're a rare exception - I know you can be trusted with this."
"George Clooney?" Arthur raises a playful eyebrow. "Certainly not. How would I ever compete?" He looks to their hands, smiling softly, and offers a gentle squeeze in return. "That isn't to say that you can't have fun with the technology, but you always need to be aware of where to draw the line."
"I appreciate that, thank you." A comfortable silence falls, and though Arthur doesn't initially plan on elaborating, he finds himself opening up a little. It's strange, foreign - it's been a long time since he's spoken opening about anything remotely personal. "My mom died when I was fifteen, and during my time with the military I saw friends die in combat. But more recently I lost a good friend. Mal. She was part of our original team, an architect, and the person who brought me into all of this outside of the army. She always reminded me of my mom, and when she died..."