Medkit grabbed Subspaces wrist that had the paper in it. "Our Work." he stared his coworker dead in the eyes with a glare. "I contributed just as much as you did to this machine and I won't allow you to tarnish my legacy all so you can make a glorified gun. you're a waste of potential 'T. Mine.'"
Subspace lurches forward, grabbing Medkit's collar. "Do not" he says lowly, "Insult my potential, when you yourself barely amount to more than a first aid kit that can run its mouth."
"You have no right to put your name on this project anymore."
Medkit grinned and shoved Subspace off him. “I have just as much right as you do. You’re a megalomaniac, brainwashed by war, incapable of seeing beyond it. Even with step-by-step instructions, you wouldn’t know how to do a good deed.” He knew he was getting under Subspace’s skin.
And right now, that felt right. Let him be mad. Let him feel distraught. Why shouldn’t he? Dismissing Medkit’s idea had made him furious, shaken him to his core. It was only fair that Subspace felt the same. If he refused to acknowledge the truth, then he deserved to be challenged.
“Whatever potential you had is wasted on this failed project,” Medkit continued. “You don’t see what people truly need. Instead, you’re so disillusioned, convinced that this is right.” he grabbed the briefcase off the table. "I suppose you won't be needing this crystal then if you don't need me.
Subspace grabbed Medkit harshly by the wrist, pulling him back with all his strength.
“You think you’re clever,” he growled, “and I am loathe to ruin your fantasy, but let’s not forget which of us actually has the power here.” He tightened his grip such that his claws were just barely not breaking
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"You have no right to put your name on this project anymore."
“You think you’re clever,” he growled, “and I am loathe to ruin your fantasy, but let’s not forget which of us actually has the power here.” He tightened his grip such that his claws were just barely not breaking