Traumatic Childhood Memories Time!
The plea in the younger man's eyes reminded him far too much of a facial expression he used to make.
***
He had worked on it the entire afternoon. Several hours flew past as the device assembled itself. It might have been made from Lego, but it could move drinks around the room, clean up his own mess too. Just patched-together parts from other devices.
But it worked.
An eight-year old blond kid with goggles perched atop his head smirked with the smugness appropriate to the proud.
Then that monster, Jocelin Baird, COG Magistrate, burst into his room with eyes wide with fury.
"Still wanna be an engineer, huh?" He began with a sneer. "Not my son! You're gonna be a soldier! Serve the COG, just like your father did! Be a real man, not a pussy engineer!"
"I want to serve myself," Damon replied; an artificial defiance masked his fear.
"You selfish little ingrate!" Jocelin replied as he stormed over to the Lego robot.
Baird's face bore that pathetic plea; that desperate begging Forge held in his eyes just now, as he watched the device get torn back into scraps by his father. And Damon knew Jocelin wouldn't stop there... next was a beating that would draw blood.
***
"You're right," Damon mumbled. "Shouldn't blame all Logan's because one of them treated you like shit."
He put his snub pistol down on the table. "The one I've met though, didn't exactly like him. But its your choice."
"So Smart Guy," he continued, "what's the plan? Or do you wanna get acquainted with the new tech toys first?" A slight smirk returned to Damon's face.