I absently rub my knuckles against the knob of my elbow, looking as hesitant to believe him as I feel. Which is lots.
"Dr. Erskine turns me into that?" I ask, looking back up at the picture. I bet the suit the man is wearing is all red and white and blue, like the flag. With the stripes and the star, it would make sense.
"But... but how?" I know as I ask it how bad I want it to be true. I do. The fellas in the photo look kind tired, like... they're kind of tight around the edges, but they look happy. Like they're doing something important.
"I want to be that," I say quietly.
"If everyone else is fighting, I should be fighting, too."
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"Dr. Erskine turns me into that?" I ask, looking back up at the picture. I bet the suit the man is wearing is all red and white and blue, like the flag. With the stripes and the star, it would make sense.
"But... but how?" I know as I ask it how bad I want it to be true. I do. The fellas in the photo look kind tired, like... they're kind of tight around the edges, but they look happy. Like they're doing something important.
"I want to be that," I say quietly.
"If everyone else is fighting, I should be fighting, too."