[It just sounded like... a load of confusing gibberish to him... hence how the metaphor went over his head.
And now that Sokka's gone and proudly whipped it out again, Hope reaches for it, passing it curiously through his hands and turning it over for inspection.]
—huh?
[The comment about his own weapon-of-choice brings him out of his concentration.]
Well, yeah. That's what they're like in my world. You can program it to move in certain ways so that it'll hit multiple targets. It's... it's pretty cool. [Is he beaming? NO.] But, ah... I decided to try and get something more... um... organic, too.
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[It just sounded like... a load of confusing gibberish to him... hence how the metaphor went over his head.
And now that Sokka's gone and proudly whipped it out again, Hope reaches for it, passing it curiously through his hands and turning it over for inspection.]
—huh?
[The comment about his own weapon-of-choice brings him out of his concentration.]
Well, yeah. That's what they're like in my world. You can program it to move in certain ways so that it'll hit multiple targets. It's... it's pretty cool. [Is he beaming? NO.] But, ah... I decided to try and get something more... um... organic, too.