Maul lets Varian go to work on his legs, looking around the boardwalk as he does so. The Wakers here seem to be much more friendly than the Townspeople of Deerington had been. Those that walk past keep saying hello or just nodding in a cheerful manner towards him. It's....odd. He keeps waiting for the other shoe to drop and their true intentions to be revealed. Maul hadn't forgotten how he'd let his guard down his first month in Deerington and had nearly been burned alive for his near-fatal mistake.
There's an amused expression on Maul's face when Varian tells him his diagnosis. Good thing Maul cares not a whit about what he looks like. (Just never call him weird-looking as Charlie found out to his utter peril, at least when he had a much shorter fuse than usual.) He'll be fine looking a bit patchwork for the foreseeable future until he can get his legs completely repaired.
Varian shifts up from the legs having down what he can right now- he's a little bit stuck until they can find some materials to do the repair work he needs. But it'll do for now. Maul isn't about to lose the use of his legs and that's... well that matters. He looks up, taking note of the people too.
"It's weird, right? The people, I mean," he doesn't trust it, and it's evident in his tone that he doesn't. "People are like this in Corona and it's- well I don't know. I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop. It was never that easy in Deerington, why should it be here?"
Maul mimes a person walking along using two of his fingers and then squashes them flat with a fist made out of his other hand. Yep, he agrees, this all may be to lull them into a false sense of security. Then the trap would spring and they'd all be caught in it. He's far too full of distrust to believe otherwise.
At least he can rely on the Sleepers that were his friends and allies. While he didn't have an easy time trusting them either, he knows where he stands with them all.
A wry chuckle bubbles out of him and he nods. That is a very good way of putting it.
"Yeah, exactly. I mean, maybe we will be lucky and this is actually fine. I'm just not willing to bet my life on that yet."
Maybe in a few months he'll be a little more settled, but you can't undo nearly a year and a half of trauma overnight. How dangerous this place will be remains to be seen.
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There's an amused expression on Maul's face when Varian tells him his diagnosis. Good thing Maul cares not a whit about what he looks like. (Just never call him weird-looking as Charlie found out to his utter peril, at least when he had a much shorter fuse than usual.) He'll be fine looking a bit patchwork for the foreseeable future until he can get his legs completely repaired.
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"It's weird, right? The people, I mean," he doesn't trust it, and it's evident in his tone that he doesn't. "People are like this in Corona and it's- well I don't know. I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop. It was never that easy in Deerington, why should it be here?"
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At least he can rely on the Sleepers that were his friends and allies. While he didn't have an easy time trusting them either, he knows where he stands with them all.
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"Yeah, exactly. I mean, maybe we will be lucky and this is actually fine. I'm just not willing to bet my life on that yet."
Maybe in a few months he'll be a little more settled, but you can't undo nearly a year and a half of trauma overnight. How dangerous this place will be remains to be seen.