[The back of his throat tastes like gasoline. He doesn't reach too far back into how that felt - that knotted-up dread and disgust and exhaustion and the weight of his own apathy, and how little he cared about anything, the ghost of an old teammate that no longer lived in the shell the Meta left behind.]
That was my out. My last shot. So I took it.
[The words vibrate with something - disgust or dismay or regret. Doesn't matter. Doesn't matter what he did, or how he feels about it. That won't change any of what happened.]
The Meta caught her. Tex. Trapped her in a memory unit. And Epsilon, he didn't feel much like taking chances with me, so he went after her.
Your buddies showed up to drop the Meta off the side of a cliff not long after.
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[The back of his throat tastes like gasoline. He doesn't reach too far back into how that felt - that knotted-up dread and disgust and exhaustion and the weight of his own apathy, and how little he cared about anything, the ghost of an old teammate that no longer lived in the shell the Meta left behind.]
That was my out. My last shot. So I took it.
[The words vibrate with something - disgust or dismay or regret. Doesn't matter. Doesn't matter what he did, or how he feels about it. That won't change any of what happened.]
The Meta caught her. Tex. Trapped her in a memory unit. And Epsilon, he didn't feel much like taking chances with me, so he went after her.
Your buddies showed up to drop the Meta off the side of a cliff not long after.