#synthmama

that's NOT why we're here, buddy

what's wrong with a little parabolic destabilization of the fission singularity 🤔

He supposed at one time, such a statement about himself would have possibly stung. After all, it had been his duty to protect, not necessarily to kill. But he had grown up on steel swords and fist fights in Karnacan streets and he supposed that violence would follow anybody. 

Corvo held her gaze, chin pointed upwards. 

“Then people have hopefully have learned to stay clear of my path.” 

and a little heart, click, beating faster each then? vicarious, is it, to like the idea of someone having, wanting, having fun?

is that what you want, fun?

need?

rude

the emissary’s white pupils constrict, black sclera blooming in such a fashion that her gaze darkens, glittering. from beneath the hood of her cloak she looks upon the warlock and smiles in her own strange way. it’s the barest hint at the corner of her mouth. a slight uptick. the bleached white stone is cold beneath her bare feet when she finally comes to rest beside the helmeted guardian, the pair of them looking out over the bright desolation of this unknowable space, this strange proving ground, still slick with guardian blood.