"Well? Tell me then. Tell me what you'd say to 'im. Get it all worked out in your head an' just, you know... say it."
He shrugs.
"Look, you're sayin' it yourself. He whooped your ass. Ansem's gonna know you got your ass whooped. He's gonna know you got played. He's gonna know that in the end, y'all came back. And from the way you make 'im sound, he's more interested in doin' good by people than stickin' to some kinda standard. So... What would you tell 'im?"
Maybe he'll get to. Maybe he won't. But at least he'd have the chance to sort it all out. Yondu replays the shit that he should have said in his head all the time. He'll not curse Vexen to the same without having the chance to voice it.
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He shrugs.
"Look, you're sayin' it yourself. He whooped your ass. Ansem's gonna know you got your ass whooped. He's gonna know you got played. He's gonna know that in the end, y'all came back. And from the way you make 'im sound, he's more interested in doin' good by people than stickin' to some kinda standard. So... What would you tell 'im?"
Maybe he'll get to. Maybe he won't. But at least he'd have the chance to sort it all out. Yondu replays the shit that he should have said in his head all the time. He'll not curse Vexen to the same without having the chance to voice it.