When Hellboy gets determined enough to do the right thing, stubbornness can sometimes outweigh logic. He's the kind of guy that crashes through life and never lets anyone tell him otherwise. He'll find a way.
"Ever heard of a boat?" He says dryly. "Sure, there's the spell over the place, anyone caught wandering too far gets washed ashore. Didn't seem to stop us from getting on the mainland. So I'm guessing the spell can be lifted when the Emperor feels like loosening the leash."
He cocks his head, eyes narrowed. The severe angles of his features make his expression that much harsher. "So you tell me, pal. You have a handful of indestructible people and almost no information about what we're facing. Figure you could spare one to send out as a spy, actually get some info instead of just playing cleanup crew every time this thing hits."
The sound of stone scraping against stone echoes oddly through the massive room as Hellboy's hand clenches into a fist, his frown deepened. "Or this is another ploy to keep us all in the dark. Then I'm just wasting my breath."
He may be stubborn and hard-headed, but that doesn't mean he's an idiot. Years of working out on the field coordinating missions has lent him some knowledge about military tactics. Even though he's still mostly left in the dark about everything, talking like this seems to be the only way to milk out any answers from this guy. He'll take all the blind stabs he can, because it's what he has to do.
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"Ever heard of a boat?" He says dryly. "Sure, there's the spell over the place, anyone caught wandering too far gets washed ashore. Didn't seem to stop us from getting on the mainland. So I'm guessing the spell can be lifted when the Emperor feels like loosening the leash."
He cocks his head, eyes narrowed. The severe angles of his features make his expression that much harsher. "So you tell me, pal. You have a handful of indestructible people and almost no information about what we're facing. Figure you could spare one to send out as a spy, actually get some info instead of just playing cleanup crew every time this thing hits."
The sound of stone scraping against stone echoes oddly through the massive room as Hellboy's hand clenches into a fist, his frown deepened. "Or this is another ploy to keep us all in the dark. Then I'm just wasting my breath."
He may be stubborn and hard-headed, but that doesn't mean he's an idiot. Years of working out on the field coordinating missions has lent him some knowledge about military tactics. Even though he's still mostly left in the dark about everything, talking like this seems to be the only way to milk out any answers from this guy. He'll take all the blind stabs he can, because it's what he has to do.