[His heart is beating a mile a minute, but the words, at least, do a measure more to calm him. The rifle lowers a bit more, though it remains at the ready.
After all, there's more threats than omnics here. Those skeletons, after all. He's displeased with himself for getting swarmed by them in the first place; he's a better soldier than that. And a better one than getting spooked by...
...no, it's not an omnic. Different model. He shakes his head, rolling his neck and reaching up with a gloved hand to rub at the muscle. And even if it was, well.
That war's over.]
Couple rough spots. I'd rather keep 'em in the past.
they can bond over red visors and facemasks
After all, there's more threats than omnics here. Those skeletons, after all. He's displeased with himself for getting swarmed by them in the first place; he's a better soldier than that. And a better one than getting spooked by...
...no, it's not an omnic. Different model. He shakes his head, rolling his neck and reaching up with a gloved hand to rub at the muscle. And even if it was, well.
That war's over.]
Couple rough spots. I'd rather keep 'em in the past.
[He won't start shit if you don't.]