What? [Oh, the irony, considering he just told Wheatley the same thing not two days ago- God, he better have made it. Him, John, everyone else- hell, even Dave, at this point.
Really, he shouldn't protest. He knows he's useless in a fight, but he also knows a one-woman rodeo can't hope to take down the advance guard on her own.]
That's- they'll kill you. Worse than kill you. [He hisses the words out, aware of the fact that he's being a hypocrite again, but when there's blue lights flashing in his eyes and she tells him to move, he, well, moves.
Maybe she'll be okay. He glances behind him just briefly and reassures himself that she's handling it and that he didn't just leave someone to suffer, because they outplayed his own misplaced nobility, and that if he makes it back to the shuttles, it won't have been for nothing.
Yeah. He can live with that... For a little while.]
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Really, he shouldn't protest. He knows he's useless in a fight, but he also knows a one-woman rodeo can't hope to take down the advance guard on her own.]
That's- they'll kill you. Worse than kill you. [He hisses the words out, aware of the fact that he's being a hypocrite again, but when there's blue lights flashing in his eyes and she tells him to move, he, well, moves.
Maybe she'll be okay. He glances behind him just briefly and reassures himself that she's handling it and that he didn't just leave someone to suffer, because they outplayed his own misplaced nobility, and that if he makes it back to the shuttles, it won't have been for nothing.
Yeah. He can live with that... For a little while.]