[Temple is not happy to have woken up on an unfamiliar battlefield, with a weapon in his hands. He has had far too much of waging wars he doesn’t believe in, to achieve the purposes of manipulators he’s only vaguely aware of. Way, way too much.
And he’s no good with a gun, anyway.
So, he throws the gun to the ground, in a gesture of both disgust and protest, not even bothering to find out what its ammunition is before he does it.]
The True... Shelf
[Later, on the battlefield, he encounters another version of himself.]
[Which is confusing, to say the least. Neither of them are wearing armour so he can’t dismiss it as simply another sim trooper wearing his colour. It is him.]
[Mark Temple.]
[The other him introduces himself with an evil laugh.]
You’re weak, Temple. Throwing away that gun?
How foolish of you.
You could kill everyone here with it and yet, you just throw it away.
[The original Temple frowns. That makes no sense at all. Sure, he wants to take down the people pulling the strings right now but it’s not something he’d be able to accomplish with a gun and he’s not quite mad enough at them to want them dead yet. That honour is reserved for the Freelancers.]
Maybe you could but I can’t.
And I don’t want to.
The people who put me here: maybe. But all the other folks in here are likely just innocent victims of their machinations. You know how it worked in Desert Gulch, don’t you?
Sure, Freelancers came along sometimes but most of the time, it was just us sim troopers, fighting each other over nothing.
So, this time, I’m not going to go along with it.
[His counterpart then says gleefully:]
But killing is so much fun for you!
Only in very, very, very specific instances. And this is not one of them.
So, please, stop pretending to be me and show what you really are. I’ve had enough of not-quite-right counterparts for a lifetime.
Mark Temple | Red vs. Blue
[Temple is not happy to have woken up on an unfamiliar battlefield, with a weapon in his hands. He has had far too much of waging wars he doesn’t believe in, to achieve the purposes of manipulators he’s only vaguely aware of. Way, way too much.
And he’s no good with a gun, anyway.
So, he throws the gun to the ground, in a gesture of both disgust and protest, not even bothering to find out what its ammunition is before he does it.]
The True... Shelf
[Later, on the battlefield, he encounters another version of himself.]
[Which is confusing, to say the least. Neither of them are wearing armour so he can’t dismiss it as simply another sim trooper wearing his colour. It is him.]
[Mark Temple.]
[The other him introduces himself with an evil laugh.]
You’re weak, Temple. Throwing away that gun?
How foolish of you.
You could kill everyone here with it and yet, you just throw it away.
[The original Temple frowns. That makes no sense at all. Sure, he wants to take down the people pulling the strings right now but it’s not something he’d be able to accomplish with a gun and he’s not quite mad enough at them to want them dead yet. That honour is reserved for the Freelancers.]
Maybe you could but I can’t.
And I don’t want to.
The people who put me here: maybe. But all the other folks in here are likely just innocent victims of their machinations. You know how it worked in Desert Gulch, don’t you?
Sure, Freelancers came along sometimes but most of the time, it was just us sim troopers, fighting each other over nothing.
So, this time, I’m not going to go along with it.
[His counterpart then says gleefully:]
But killing is so much fun for you!
Only in very, very, very specific instances. And this is not one of them.
So, please, stop pretending to be me and show what you really are. I’ve had enough of not-quite-right counterparts for a lifetime.