That's just lovely. He drops his weapon, done with it. More where that came from, if need be. Not that he really has enemies here besides the one he just murdered in less than sixty seconds--everyone else he's apathetic towards. They're not causing him any trouble.
The way his eyes narrow when he turns toward the din speaks of terrible possibilities, though. It's not reassuring. A machine with a humanlike head. He's seen this one before and passed him (it?) by, but to see him now when he's already been tipped over the edge... It fills him with fear and rage both.
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Date: 2017-06-18 10:38 pm (UTC)The way his eyes narrow when he turns toward the din speaks of terrible possibilities, though. It's not reassuring. A machine with a humanlike head. He's seen this one before and passed him (it?) by, but to see him now when he's already been tipped over the edge... It fills him with fear and rage both.
"What. Do you want."