[Tony considers this in quiet for another few minutes, and then closes his hand into an abrupt fist, swinging his arm down the air. JARVIS' raw code collapses again into minimization. The cool, oddly luminous darkness vaults high over them again. He turns again, the soles of his shoes squeaking against the glassy walkway.]
Real minds and real lives, [he says. His voice lacks the heat or register of an argument, but that's probably what it is; Tony has a tendency toward flippancy.] More time for the extraction teams to come. Instead of, you know, dying from the brain down. [His eyebrows loft. It'd be sentimental if he weren't so frank about it. Maybe it's sentimental anyway, but he -- is like that, sometimes.
A beat. But let's defuse the whatever.]
I like that Rising Tide would've gendered him. Very PC.
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Real minds and real lives, [he says. His voice lacks the heat or register of an argument, but that's probably what it is; Tony has a tendency toward flippancy.] More time for the extraction teams to come. Instead of, you know, dying from the brain down. [His eyebrows loft. It'd be sentimental if he weren't so frank about it. Maybe it's sentimental anyway, but he -- is like that, sometimes.
A beat. But let's defuse the whatever.]
I like that Rising Tide would've gendered him. Very PC.