[ His eyes narrow as he straightens, watching the armor pieces fall away. ]
...what are you doing?
[ He's gone tense, but he's not moving to stop him. Not yet. Getting that containment unit was one thing, but was York seriously planning on just sticking that thing into his head, without any sort of preliminary precaution?
He knew the system better than Locus did, but that seemed very unwise. ]
no subject
...what are you doing?
[ He's gone tense, but he's not moving to stop him. Not yet. Getting that containment unit was one thing, but was York seriously planning on just sticking that thing into his head, without any sort of preliminary precaution?
He knew the system better than Locus did, but that seemed very unwise. ]