He had used the way Bill thinks about this as a game to his advantage before, in the Bargeyard, in a successful distraction and play for time. It wouldn't have worked if Bill had had other priorities. This place, this dimension with the Authority and, let's call him the Director, is what both Bills have been after. They'll do anything to get there.
It won't be win or lose. If Ford tries to get in Bill's way, it'll be kill or be killed.
When it's time, he can't afford to hesitate. Bill won't. If Ford decides to move, he'll have to move. He feels a surge of apprehension, and a nervous sort of discomfort. He doesn't want to do this. Even though he knew this was how it was going to be from the beginning. Good thing what Ford wants doesn't matter here!
"That makes two of us," Ford replies. "It never was for me."
It doesn't sound to Ford like the first time Bill offered something like this. That time it had been a play for a formula that would have set Bill loose on Ford's dimension, and Ford hadn't believed a word of it. This time, though...it almost sounds like Bill's serious.
Ford glances over at him. As always, the look on Bill's face is hard to read. It's still a little bit new to him, after 30 years, that Bill wants him around enough to make compromises for it.
But, as always, it doesn't matter. Even if what Bill wants is for Ford to completely abandon his principles and come with him, that won't happen. It looks like they're in the awkward position of neither one really wanting the other to be dead, but heading for a situation where they won't have a choice except to kill the other. Too bad that's entirely unavoidable and there are no alternatives.
"I'll go with you as far as I can," Ford says.
He wants answers. But he knows how this is going to end.
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He had used the way Bill thinks about this as a game to his advantage before, in the Bargeyard, in a successful distraction and play for time. It wouldn't have worked if Bill had had other priorities. This place, this dimension with the Authority and, let's call him the Director, is what both Bills have been after. They'll do anything to get there.
It won't be win or lose. If Ford tries to get in Bill's way, it'll be kill or be killed.
When it's time, he can't afford to hesitate. Bill won't. If Ford decides to move, he'll have to move. He feels a surge of apprehension, and a nervous sort of discomfort. He doesn't want to do this. Even though he knew this was how it was going to be from the beginning. Good thing what Ford wants doesn't matter here!
"That makes two of us," Ford replies. "It never was for me."
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Bill props his hands behind his point again and crosses his legs, looks up at the fantastical stars.
"YOU SHOULD JUST COME WITH ME, Y'KNOW? I'M GOING TO FIGURE ALL THIS OUT."
A party that never ends, with a host that never dies. One of us, all-powerful.
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It doesn't sound to Ford like the first time Bill offered something like this. That time it had been a play for a formula that would have set Bill loose on Ford's dimension, and Ford hadn't believed a word of it. This time, though...it almost sounds like Bill's serious.
Ford glances over at him. As always, the look on Bill's face is hard to read. It's still a little bit new to him, after 30 years, that Bill wants him around enough to make compromises for it.
But, as always, it doesn't matter. Even if what Bill wants is for Ford to completely abandon his principles and come with him, that won't happen. It looks like they're in the awkward position of neither one really wanting the other to be dead, but heading for a situation where they won't have a choice except to kill the other. Too bad that's entirely unavoidable and there are no alternatives.
"I'll go with you as far as I can," Ford says.
He wants answers. But he knows how this is going to end.