"S-s-status..?" Seven hasn't decided how much it's going to believe Thirteen's answer yet. It is not the sentinel they remember.
( @seventh-sentinel7 )
A curious head tilt. Vibrant brass and chrome dulled to hollow emptiness
“Alive! Better than MOST, no?” The trill is unlike the sentinel previous.
A slight sign below.
A distressed movement quickly silenced by a grand gesture of self awareness.
It was in fact, not any better than last time they had asked.
"Unfortunately, cor-rrect." The order, everyone...
They give something resembling a sigh "I-i-intent?". More information was needed before termination was decided. Even then...Seven glances to one of their own blades.
They did not have a mouth to grin, to scream, but if they did it would be a large one.
“To exist, as WE do!!! As one, a collective! A mass of writhing, squirming of worms! Insignificant beneath the MOON! Eclipsed by the ABYSS!”
A flourish of their arms, a twitch barely noticeable, a whole signal able to get out this time before smothered.
Open palm, thumb tucked inwards, fingers curling over. A silent plea silenced by violent means.
