"Fall out?" Baird scoffed, "woulda had to fall in with'em in the first place," he continued; the acid seeped from his voice.
"Always was the smart guy. Always preferred being around machines. But no, on Sera, you think they give a fuck about the guy that keeps the equipment working?"
He clenched his fist; his teeth began to grind together.
"Nope! Not at fuckin' all! No one valued any of it; not my fuckin' parents, not my fuckin' so-called 'peers' at school, and certainly not the fuckin' COG!!!"
His voice had escalated back into a rant.
"So yeah, they don't want me! Now they don't have me! And no, no fuckin' way I wanna return to that shithole! Without me, they're all gonna die! And you know what??" He asked rhetorically.
"They deserve it." He finished coldly; his eyes laced with resentment. Part of him admittedly couldn't say that about everyone there... I can't stand him... but hell, I like him... he thought about Cole. But apart from Cole... yeah, fuck 'em all.
Baird's ranting fell quiet; his face became still as he listened about Loki's world.. indeed, Baird groaned, "Oh shit, one of those big warrior cultures where the only thing that matters is the size of your 'sword,'" his eyes rolled in acknowledgement of the double entendre.
"So... you're the smart chick in a world of cavemen, huh?"
It wasn't a feeling he really knew how to put it words... but it was there. In spite of the suboptimal phrasing... "Guess it really does suck to be you... seems like we got stuck in similar piles of shit."