It takes a few seconds for the words to entirely register. All that really registers at first is "Caught! Caught! Fight!" As he swings his body, his frantic death kicks towards the arm aren't little kicks. They're "I'm trying to reach an elbow and break it" kinds of kicks.
And that's how he learns how hard the arm is. There's a far more human sounding yelp from banging his toes on stone. (The humans stole his boots because of the rockets in them).
So then, despite the fact it's deeply uncomfortable to even try to move, he still tries to claw at the hand but that is - wow, that is stone, isn't it. Straight up stone. Or at least like stone.
He's firmly caught and it's at this moment of being forced to think his way out of this situation that he actually stops and takes stock of it. The one guy looks disarmingly human and he said some of the curse words Cato learned from his adopted human father, Gary.
The other guy is a species Cato isn't familiar with. He has him restrained buuuut isn't taking advantage of it to try to hurt him. The words finally register. You've had a pretty bad time of it, right? So've we.
He dangles there unmoving for a second. Then narrows his eyes.
Then "The Beast" starts talking and sounds all the world like the dinky young teenager he is. This is not really a side the humans have gotten of him much, what with him mostly just trying to claw their faces off when they wouldn't let him go.
"Talk is cheap. The other guys they shoved in here with me before were like 'oh no, we've been captured, everything sucks, we're all in this together against these evil humans' and then they tried to kill me in my sleep. Both times." He holds up two fingers for emphasis and then crosses his arms. "Luckily, I wasn't asleep and just pretended to be, 'cause they were strangers and I'm smart like that."
He looks back and forth between them.
"So 'having a bad time of it' doesn't mean anything. Everyone has a bad time of it in this place and sometimes they're still willing to make it worse for someone else. How do I know I can trust you?"
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And that's how he learns how hard the arm is. There's a far more human sounding yelp from banging his toes on stone. (The humans stole his boots because of the rockets in them).
So then, despite the fact it's deeply uncomfortable to even try to move, he still tries to claw at the hand but that is - wow, that is stone, isn't it. Straight up stone. Or at least like stone.
He's firmly caught and it's at this moment of being forced to think his way out of this situation that he actually stops and takes stock of it. The one guy looks disarmingly human and he said some of the curse words Cato learned from his adopted human father, Gary.
The other guy is a species Cato isn't familiar with. He has him restrained buuuut isn't taking advantage of it to try to hurt him. The words finally register. You've had a pretty bad time of it, right? So've we.
He dangles there unmoving for a second. Then narrows his eyes.
Then "The Beast" starts talking and sounds all the world like the dinky young teenager he is. This is not really a side the humans have gotten of him much, what with him mostly just trying to claw their faces off when they wouldn't let him go.
"Talk is cheap. The other guys they shoved in here with me before were like 'oh no, we've been captured, everything sucks, we're all in this together against these evil humans' and then they tried to kill me in my sleep. Both times." He holds up two fingers for emphasis and then crosses his arms. "Luckily, I wasn't asleep and just pretended to be, 'cause they were strangers and I'm smart like that."
He looks back and forth between them.
"So 'having a bad time of it' doesn't mean anything. Everyone has a bad time of it in this place and sometimes they're still willing to make it worse for someone else. How do I know I can trust you?"