Yeah, I mean, if there's nothing better on?
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?Used to seeing them, yeah. Not used to Sharp, though. Sharp's different. Sharp sorta... knows who I am.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?It's fine, Misha. All part of the job.
Sir, are you sure we should leave? We could—
Home field advantage, Julieta. Let's just head back.
(Julieta sighs frustratingly) Taking point, Sir.
(As Julieta takes point, Michael moves to allow Misha to pass.) After you.
"We all fail. We all make mistakes. That is what makes us human."Through the fog, Michael, Julieta, and Misha see something. At first it seems like a shimmer, but after some focusing they can make out a figure formed of the dark purple air.
It stood tall; even from such a distance as many yards they could tell it would tower over them without the mechs. The air seemed to swirl around it, as it was commanding a small storm. And if there was any doubt it was a vision, just some wild hallucination, those eyes — the small, yet bright gold gleam of them — removed all of it.
It stared at them for a moment.
Then the winds faded. Whatever the figure was went with them.
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(Julieta looks to the side) He's getting away, but he might be coming back.
(And just like that, Michael's appeared.)
(Gjallarhorn salute) Sir, target is escaping, but there's a civilian here.
Good work, Julieta. Are you alright, Misha?
"We all fail. We all make mistakes. That is what makes us human."