[ Still standing as per his preference, Arthur watches with crossed arms and a neutral expression that gets interrupted at certain moments by a slight shift in his gaze or a pinched brow - what was that -, his mouth pressed thin. It aggravates him to go on nearly nothing, but it aggravates him even more to know that in the scope of a dream's environment they are dealing with the literal incarnation of Everything and Anything.
The way it appears, when Orange comments - on Saya, not the video editing (Arthur rolled his eyes at that) - Arthur agrees with what White says, though that's not nearly enough again.
He reaches past Orange to hit the spacebar, throwing the last seconds of the tape into pause, then straightens again. The glance he sends Eames is brief, easily written off, but there's a question tucked into it - what do you think? ]
Deliberate and multiples.
[ The first part is harder to prove but the tape says enough, he thinks. It's a dry observation, little more, because he's thinking that knowing what happened to any of these guys would be helpful but they don't have any names and the remaining bar occupants are all strangers so it's not like any of them here recognize the gaggle of followers.
Arthur turns his focus to White, a sharp directness. ]
But you...resisted. [ There are worse words, really. ] How difficult was it?
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The way it appears, when Orange comments - on Saya, not the video editing (Arthur rolled his eyes at that) - Arthur agrees with what White says, though that's not nearly enough again.
He reaches past Orange to hit the spacebar, throwing the last seconds of the tape into pause, then straightens again. The glance he sends Eames is brief, easily written off, but there's a question tucked into it - what do you think? ]
Deliberate and multiples.
[ The first part is harder to prove but the tape says enough, he thinks. It's a dry observation, little more, because he's thinking that knowing what happened to any of these guys would be helpful but they don't have any names and the remaining bar occupants are all strangers so it's not like any of them here recognize the gaggle of followers.
Arthur turns his focus to White, a sharp directness. ]
But you...resisted. [ There are worse words, really. ] How difficult was it?