If something as simple as his ID warrants such a profound reaction — it isn't even anything special by his own world's standards of technology — he has to wonder what Aaron's reaction would be to glimpsing downtown Los Angeles. It's a sea of perpetual neon and towering skyscrapers several hundred storeys tall, interactive holographic advertisements at every turn, walls of brightly animated vending machines, kiosks of gadgets, with flying cars zipping by overhead... A world that has reached a point where it can't survive without technology. Literally. Without the synthetic food solutions patented by the Wallace Corporation, anyone who hadn't already escaped to the off-world colonies would have starved a long time ago.
His world may be far from perfect, but he thinks he might still like to share it with Aaron one day, if only briefly. Though the possibility of all of this being an elaborate ruse does occur to him, that the people of Aaron's community might be as likely to take what little he has rather than helping him... and maybe it wouldn't even be through intentional deception on Aaron's part, but by underestimating how his community will react to a stranger from another world (a detail that he thinks will be better kept to themselves). K can only hope he'll be able to get a better sense of what he'll be walking into once he can actually see the place, and that he'll be allowed to leave if he doesn't like the looks or feel of it. If it comes down to a 'choice' between imprisonment in an unfamiliar world or slavery in his homeworld...
Still, he's willing to trust Aaron, though the explanation about the wildfire virus gives him pause. It isn't surprising that the reality is far more complicated than how zombie viruses operate in fiction. But would that, could that, even apply to him, he wonders. He's never suffered from so much as a common cold, much less ever had an infection or disease. But zombies are also mere fiction in his homeworld. It's a lot to consider, but having already committed himself to this course of action, he isn't going to turn back now. He'll just have to risk it.
"I don't have a silencer," he points out with a frown. "And I'd rather not damage your hearing." Firing in such close proximity to someone without any protective gear will almost certainly be deafening, and potentially cause permanent hearing loss. It's no less damaging to K, but — he knows he'll heal from it. He has countless times. But unless things go so badly awry that it's necessary to use his gun, he'll stick to close quarters fighting for now, at least until they're out of this enclosed space.
"If your world's infested with these things, coming into contact with their bodily fluids seems almost inevitable. Unless you all thoroughly sanitise the places where you kill them," he says, a grim smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. It might be an attempt at a joke. But more than that: "I accept the risk, I want to help you. Just lead the way." He will attempt to minimise his contact with any walker innards, though, but without leaving Aaron to fight alone.
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Date: 2020-09-30 06:07 am (UTC)His world may be far from perfect, but he thinks he might still like to share it with Aaron one day, if only briefly. Though the possibility of all of this being an elaborate ruse does occur to him, that the people of Aaron's community might be as likely to take what little he has rather than helping him... and maybe it wouldn't even be through intentional deception on Aaron's part, but by underestimating how his community will react to a stranger from another world (a detail that he thinks will be better kept to themselves). K can only hope he'll be able to get a better sense of what he'll be walking into once he can actually see the place, and that he'll be allowed to leave if he doesn't like the looks or feel of it. If it comes down to a 'choice' between imprisonment in an unfamiliar world or slavery in his homeworld...
Still, he's willing to trust Aaron, though the explanation about the wildfire virus gives him pause. It isn't surprising that the reality is far more complicated than how zombie viruses operate in fiction. But would that, could that, even apply to him, he wonders. He's never suffered from so much as a common cold, much less ever had an infection or disease. But zombies are also mere fiction in his homeworld. It's a lot to consider, but having already committed himself to this course of action, he isn't going to turn back now. He'll just have to risk it.
"I don't have a silencer," he points out with a frown. "And I'd rather not damage your hearing." Firing in such close proximity to someone without any protective gear will almost certainly be deafening, and potentially cause permanent hearing loss. It's no less damaging to K, but — he knows he'll heal from it. He has countless times. But unless things go so badly awry that it's necessary to use his gun, he'll stick to close quarters fighting for now, at least until they're out of this enclosed space.
"If your world's infested with these things, coming into contact with their bodily fluids seems almost inevitable. Unless you all thoroughly sanitise the places where you kill them," he says, a grim smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. It might be an attempt at a joke. But more than that: "I accept the risk, I want to help you. Just lead the way." He will attempt to minimise his contact with any walker innards, though, but without leaving Aaron to fight alone.