‘ those voices. do you really think they’re trying to help you? ‘ there’s a mechanical chuckle that escapes him. he knows more than anyone that things are not as they seem. death searches for a candidate, and it takes. it takes until there is nothing left to take. eventually, even those most helpful of pleas will lead you into a grave. though his eyes lack the depth of a human’s, there’s something that when she meets his gaze, tells her that he part of him is genuinely curious. ‘ teammates. huh. ‘ he glances down on the indicator in his arm. ‘ next game should be fun. just don’t let your voices get in my way. ‘ his fingers tap against the table he hunches stands behind, just waiting for the call to get on that dropship. ‘ any news about our third? hope it’s the big one. the bigger the skinsuit, the better the shield. ‘ @nihilitie
