[He might. Jeremiah's muscles remember their training, but his strength has been sapped from him, and McGillis has him on mass and volume. It's a risk he'd take, even if he can't trust what his bones could truly stand up to right now.
Crossing his arms, he offers no haughty tilt of his chin, no sneer, even if he wants to. He just stares right back.]
What about my machine bothers you so deeply, McGillis?
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Crossing his arms, he offers no haughty tilt of his chin, no sneer, even if he wants to. He just stares right back.]
What about my machine bothers you so deeply, McGillis?