[ That's the kind of attitude he expects to come hand in hand with the assertion of being the smartest or second smartest, like anyone cares. There's that massive dose of ego, whether it be crazy/smart, arrogant/smart, or oblivious/smart.
Admitting to arrogance helps Robbie's opinion of Brainiac, despite it being vague. Other people say. What other people say can't be discarded. Especially when there are disasters involved, but Robbie feels for him. If he's been blamed for what happened to the Legion - well. That's too complicated a thing for someone as newly arrived as Robbie is.
He'd like to offer a friendly ear - he should. This is, after all, the guy he wants to suck up to, and he can logically see where he should have advice. It's not easy to find common ground when he's basically been called an intellectual ant, though.
Well, this ant might be sharing 50% of Brainy's mental capacity with several billion other intellectual insects, but he's heard enough to identify Brainy au natural as an awful person - even if he's smart and a hero and saving that Legionnaire.
The inhibitor brings on such a noticeable change in manner and tone that Robbie's more, not less, put off. His experience with personality controls features the use of nanite robots to deliver massive shocks in response to unwanted behavior. This is less extreme, but it's also less voluntary if it rearranges brain chemistry the second it touches skin. Maybe the guy's a dick, but forcing another personality on someone because it's convenient or because they've got skills you want to take advantage of - not using drugs and shocks doesn't make it right. Robbie's hands clench and unclench, and he rubs his thumbs against his fingers to keep them from fisting again.
When he's finally able to get a word in edgewise, Robbie doesn't know what he wants to say. That he pities Brainy is plain from the damp look in his downcast eyes and the constant, uncomfortable stretching and shifting in his seat. ]
Sorry. I didn't mean to pry.
[ Even colossal dicks deserve the privacy of their own heads. ]
I only wanted to make sure you were safe.
[ At the root, his question really was based on that. Why was someone supposedly so smart being limited? He wants to believe the inability to self regulate story, but it doesn't gel with his own experiences. Originally, he'd worried that this was a Norman Osborn situation, and someone was trying to keep a brilliant psychopath on a leash.
He's dismissed that. Brainiac is telling the truth, or this is a punishment. Robbie's too personally biased to make the call. ]
Re: cw: mental health issues
Admitting to arrogance helps Robbie's opinion of Brainiac, despite it being vague. Other people say. What other people say can't be discarded. Especially when there are disasters involved, but Robbie feels for him. If he's been blamed for what happened to the Legion - well. That's too complicated a thing for someone as newly arrived as Robbie is.
He'd like to offer a friendly ear - he should. This is, after all, the guy he wants to suck up to, and he can logically see where he should have advice. It's not easy to find common ground when he's basically been called an intellectual ant, though.
Well, this ant might be sharing 50% of Brainy's mental capacity with several billion other intellectual insects, but he's heard enough to identify Brainy au natural as an awful person - even if he's smart and a hero and saving that Legionnaire.
The inhibitor brings on such a noticeable change in manner and tone that Robbie's more, not less, put off. His experience with personality controls features the use of nanite robots to deliver massive shocks in response to unwanted behavior. This is less extreme, but it's also less voluntary if it rearranges brain chemistry the second it touches skin. Maybe the guy's a dick, but forcing another personality on someone because it's convenient or because they've got skills you want to take advantage of - not using drugs and shocks doesn't make it right. Robbie's hands clench and unclench, and he rubs his thumbs against his fingers to keep them from fisting again.
When he's finally able to get a word in edgewise, Robbie doesn't know what he wants to say. That he pities Brainy is plain from the damp look in his downcast eyes and the constant, uncomfortable stretching and shifting in his seat. ]
Sorry. I didn't mean to pry.
[ Even colossal dicks deserve the privacy of their own heads. ]
I only wanted to make sure you were safe.
[ At the root, his question really was based on that. Why was someone supposedly so smart being limited? He wants to believe the inability to self regulate story, but it doesn't gel with his own experiences. Originally, he'd worried that this was a Norman Osborn situation, and someone was trying to keep a brilliant psychopath on a leash.
He's dismissed that. Brainiac is telling the truth, or this is a punishment. Robbie's too personally biased to make the call. ]