[ Fenris lets the man drop. Surprised, the man sits there, staring blearily between the two of them for a few seconds. But only a few--he's up in short order, scrambling away, his gait a frenetic but stumbling limp. Fenris watches him go. ]
Any blood he spills is on both our hands, now.
[ He leans back against the grime-slicked wall, arms folded over his chest. His circuitry pulses in the darkness, bluish-white. ]
In any case, I don't have the solution. I only have orders.
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Any blood he spills is on both our hands, now.
[ He leans back against the grime-slicked wall, arms folded over his chest. His circuitry pulses in the darkness, bluish-white. ]
In any case, I don't have the solution. I only have orders.