[A whipped dog. The analogy would have made him want to roll his eyes, smile his wry smile, and yet it's apt enough all the same. Just another factor of his conditioning-- once you've felt something like that, what it does to you, it's not easy to forget. It had been early on after they'd 'awoken' that they'd been given their very first taste of it, what that poison could do to things like them. Just a small cut, the blade barely hurt as it went in, but what came after-- he doesn't like to think of it. Pain is almost a matter of indifference for him these days, but the Dog Bite, that's still something.
He still remembers Unit 67's face when things went wrong, that day. How she'd looked when it had been plunged into her Spine. How she'd looked whilst she'd died.
Almost indiscernibly, he shakes his head.]
Yes, Ma'am.
[Because yes it had been worded softly, but he'll take it as an order all the same. Follow as unquestiningly as she'd anticipated.]
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He still remembers Unit 67's face when things went wrong, that day. How she'd looked when it had been plunged into her Spine. How she'd looked whilst she'd died.
Almost indiscernibly, he shakes his head.]
Yes, Ma'am.
[Because yes it had been worded softly, but he'll take it as an order all the same. Follow as unquestiningly as she'd anticipated.]