[He should be dead. If C.T. gets a second chance - fuck, but why does he get one too? When he's done worse, worse than any of them, when he's facilitated the worst things that they've done, and the thought alone is enough to uncoil an electrostatic pulse of heat in his guts, working up to the back of his throat and burning behind his eyes.]
I think he still thinks he's dead. That this is some sort of afterlife.
[He laughs.]
[It's not much of a laugh. It's a short huff of humorless sound, and he unclamps two objects from the mag-strips at his thigh: a multi-tool and a pistol.]
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[He should be dead. If C.T. gets a second chance - fuck, but why does he get one too? When he's done worse, worse than any of them, when he's facilitated the worst things that they've done, and the thought alone is enough to uncoil an electrostatic pulse of heat in his guts, working up to the back of his throat and burning behind his eyes.]
I think he still thinks he's dead. That this is some sort of afterlife.
[He laughs.]
[It's not much of a laugh. It's a short huff of humorless sound, and he unclamps two objects from the mag-strips at his thigh: a multi-tool and a pistol.]
Took these off him. At least he's not armed.