Wedge, for all of his distaste of formal occasions and the formality of dress that comes with them, bothered to dress less like a mechanic and more like a captain: no oil stains, brand new coveralls, topped with a mask of military solemnity.
He knows better than to start polemics in the middle of a funeral. For those who know him, this bout of gravity seems at odds with the man who has no problems cracking jokes and poking fun at the council. But for those who truly know him, it's no surprise. In his Matrix, he's attended enough funerals of his crew to be adamantly against nonsense during what's meant to be a respectful ceremony.
Which is why this little attempt at stonewalling Brutus annoys Wedge. The wailing woman, gaunt with grief, gets a pass because her grief is genuine. But Wedge doubts the rest of them have such an alibi. There's politics all over the place, it seems.
"Move," Wedge demands, jumping into the path out of nowhere. The advantages of being built like a pilot, compact, and easily weaving through the crowd. "I know no more than you all do, and I was there."
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He knows better than to start polemics in the middle of a funeral. For those who know him, this bout of gravity seems at odds with the man who has no problems cracking jokes and poking fun at the council. But for those who truly know him, it's no surprise. In his Matrix, he's attended enough funerals of his crew to be adamantly against nonsense during what's meant to be a respectful ceremony.
Which is why this little attempt at stonewalling Brutus annoys Wedge. The wailing woman, gaunt with grief, gets a pass because her grief is genuine. But Wedge doubts the rest of them have such an alibi. There's politics all over the place, it seems.
"Move," Wedge demands, jumping into the path out of nowhere. The advantages of being built like a pilot, compact, and easily weaving through the crowd. "I know no more than you all do, and I was there."