Neil hesitantly pulls his hand away from the doll's wrist, and only relaxes slightly to find the skeleton isn't going to bother to move. It's just so... wrong. Wearing a labcoat shouldn't make him a complete authority. The kid shouldn't take orders from him. All Neil should be able to do is offer suggestions.
Which is what he tries to do. He holds his hands up for a minute, like he's attempting to soothe a savage animal, and when he speaks again, his voice is low and calm.
"Really. It's okay. I'm not hurting you. Not a chance. But if I'm going to get you out of this mess, you're going to need to relax, okay? Try to stop crying. I know you're a hell of a lot tougher than that."
He was created to be something great, even if it's... probably not what his coworkers seem to insist it is. There's a better way to handle the humans left on the surface than sending a mechanized soldier to attack them.
Watts lets out a low hiss as his hands are cut into, and after a few moments, he realizes fingers are not the tool he should be using. He scrambles in his pockets for something to cut through them, and... ah. His hand closes around the handle of something he knows will unsettle the poor experiment, and so his other hand immediately lifts up again.
"Okay. Listen to me, kid. I have something here that's going to free you. And I promise I won't do anything to hurt you. I'm not going to use it for that. Please trust me."
And with that, he brings out the handheld bone saw, watching the blade whir for a moment before bringing it towards the strings.
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Date: 2016-03-27 04:10 pm (UTC)Which is what he tries to do. He holds his hands up for a minute, like he's attempting to soothe a savage animal, and when he speaks again, his voice is low and calm.
"Really. It's okay. I'm not hurting you. Not a chance. But if I'm going to get you out of this mess, you're going to need to relax, okay? Try to stop crying. I know you're a hell of a lot tougher than that."
He was created to be something great, even if it's... probably not what his coworkers seem to insist it is. There's a better way to handle the humans left on the surface than sending a mechanized soldier to attack them.
Watts lets out a low hiss as his hands are cut into, and after a few moments, he realizes fingers are not the tool he should be using. He scrambles in his pockets for something to cut through them, and... ah. His hand closes around the handle of something he knows will unsettle the poor experiment, and so his other hand immediately lifts up again.
"Okay. Listen to me, kid. I have something here that's going to free you. And I promise I won't do anything to hurt you. I'm not going to use it for that. Please trust me."
And with that, he brings out the handheld bone saw, watching the blade whir for a moment before bringing it towards the strings.