Andrenaline is cutting through the fog of his brain like a knife through a page: one minute, he's still foggy-minded, and the next, his thoughts feel like they're crystal clear and entirely too sharp in their clarity. His bloodpusher feels like it's going to climb out of his throat, and he abandons Marduk in favor of following Hinnom.
The air stinks of fear pheromones, and part of it's coming from him. He's never been in a culling sweep before, and he's not about to start now. He and Sipara have worked too hard to keep him alive to get culled by a bloody drone, of all things - lobotomised soldiers, barely sentient, barely trolls. Better to have been culled by a person than to die like that.
"You two can participate, then," he snaps. "I'm not. Goodbye!"
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Well. Now he's wide awake.
Andrenaline is cutting through the fog of his brain like a knife through a page: one minute, he's still foggy-minded, and the next, his thoughts feel like they're crystal clear and entirely too sharp in their clarity. His bloodpusher feels like it's going to climb out of his throat, and he abandons Marduk in favor of following Hinnom.
The air stinks of fear pheromones, and part of it's coming from him. He's never been in a culling sweep before, and he's not about to start now. He and Sipara have worked too hard to keep him alive to get culled by a bloody drone, of all things - lobotomised soldiers, barely sentient, barely trolls. Better to have been culled by a person than to die like that.
"You two can participate, then," he snaps. "I'm not. Goodbye!"