Finally someone who didn't want to fight, who was over the whole damn thing just like he was and shared his level of “fuck it”. The fact that he was on the opposite side? Even better. Maybe they weren't all dicks after all, which was hard to believe considering all the things whispered at the base. But hey, he wasn't about to argue.

The fact that it could totally be a trap? Yeah, it crossed his mind. It was impossible not to when betrayal and bullshit went hand in hand with just about everything that seemed to happen on a daily basis.

Though, this guy, Mr. I-Got-A-Messed-Up-Eye-And-Not-Rocking-The-Requisite-Cool-Pirate-Eyepath, wasn't exactly winning him over with comments like those. Tucker’s eyes rolled, shoulders shrugging because come on. Come on.

“Well, I mean if you want to think that to make yourself feel better, whatever.” What a great stance to have when in front of an enemy. Sure. “But let’s be real: it already looks like someone got you once.” And he tapped his own eye in reference. Not really installing confidence in his words.

Granted, if he had a clue how he got that, shit would be a totally different story with a hint more understanding and sympathy. Because, seriously, he got that whole thing.