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After everything that happened, Arman lost his cool. He did exactly what Mathew warned him not to do - he lashed out at his teammates and nearly freed a dangerous criminal out of an issue of pride. So, here he sits in his cell as a result, staring blankly at the wall before him.
Taner has had some time to stew over the incident while getting to the vault. It hasn't helped his mood all that much. The only help is that Arman is detained and no longer an issue to fuck things up.
"Excuse me but I'm not the one fucking knocked our psychic out on some stupid blood lust rampage. If she fails because of it and they strike again. That's on you and your inability to keep your emotions in check."
"Hey, FUCK you, guy," Arman snaps, standing to his feet and walking toward the edge of the cell.
"All that shit, it should have been prevented. How the fuck do you miss a dude who's FIFTY FEET TALL?! And when someone walks in front of a speeding bullet, completely willingly, do you blame the bullet or the person? I'm sorry I fucked up - I did some shit I regret. But if Paradigm fails, it's not cuz I wounded the psychic. It's because they all miss the most obvious fucking shit, and people die for it every time."
"It's called a power. He has a normal size, like what you saw in this cell. He walks to his target area and then grows in size."
Seriously, how hard was that ton figure out?
"And no I don't blame the bullet, because doesn't have a brain or think. It just is. I do, however blame the person the fired that bullet. That's you. YOU choose to let him rile you up. YOU choose to attempt to attack and YOU choose to hurt whoever got in your way."
He tilts his head with a smirk.
"So what makes you so different from him?"
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"I mean be a better person. And all that credit you earned went out the window with your actions at Victor's cell."
He shakes his head again.
"Being an agent doesn't make you judge, jury, and executioner. You are to stop metahuman threats with lethal force being a LAST resort. Certainly not something to be used someone who is already a prisoner and at the cost of your fellow agents."
"Those people died and the man gave no shits. I feel bad for what happened to the girl, sure, but this whole god damn planet would be better off without men like that around. You didn't see those bodies like I saw 'em - all of 'em - up close and personal. They didn't care who died."
"Don't you fucking compare me to him," Arman snaps. "Children. Elderly. Handicapped. He plowed through everyone, man. I may not know much, but I know that was a massacre. Me? I was on a warpath, hell-bent on removing a stone-cold killer from the picture."
He stops for a moment, sighing.
"I don't feel good about what I did, and honestly you ain't helpin'. But I know where my heart's at, and I don't need to prove that to anyone, least of all people who don't know the first thing about me."
"I'm trying to see if you're worth anything at this point or just a liability. The school and now this..."
Taner just shakes his head.
"For what it's worth, that guy should be put down old yeller style but that isn't our call to make. That's for a jury to decide at this point, if you don't like it then maybe you should think of another way to use your powers."
"Or I'll just let you stew in there. We already got the police off your back after your stunt against the SWAT. But now you fucked up in a Military compound."
Mathew said as he entered the room. Scowling at Arman, his stone arm hanging lifelessly at his side while his flesh arm was tense, fist clenched.
"Do you have any idea what your little stunt did? Or would you rather talk about how long it took a cleaning crew to clean up your teammates blood from the wall?"
He shuts up as Amtrum walks in, now too humiliated to even properly respond. His fists clench and his body tenses, and it's hard for him to talk because he's grinding his teeth together.
"I fucked up, I know I did, man," he responds after a while, hitting a wall hard and sliding down to sit on the floor. "I can't fucking control it. I don't know how. I saw the bodies and I just - I swore I wouldn't let anyone else die. And then he taunted me right there, and shadow boy ripped my stomach open, and I lost it. I didn't mean to hurt her, man... I didn't. That's not what I wanted."
Taner just turns at Amtrum's entrance, finding it odd given the briefing his mother gave him that Mathew was the one chiding another. Either way, with a staff member here, it's no longer his place. He is just another agent at the moment.
He'll simply see himself out to head for the giant's cell for the interrogation. Little more could be done here.
"I tried so hard. You gotta believe me. Please, man - I wouldn't do this just to do it. I've improved. You gotta give me one more chance. I can prove it."