That what happen to you, Cayde? Your brain get rebooted?
[That's so fucked, a human mind in a machine's body, that whole idea is so, so fucked but none of Hank's horror or righteous rage makes it into his voice because, in some of the ways that matter, Hank is still a goddamn professional, and the desperation that was in there's been wrapped right up again. Hank sounds calm and sympathetic, and he is at least one of those things, in a horrified kind of way that kicked into gear once hearing that reboot shit reminded him. It was hard not to hear, hard not to notice, with everything around him freezing like someone hit pause and then that really faint light in Cayde's throat. It's connected, something about this is getting through, and he has to keep trying.
That siren keeps coming, like a promise. Hank tries to focus on Cayde instead of listening to it.
Cayde's trying to pull away from him and Hank's trying not to let him, not so much out of fear now - although adrenaline's still spiking through him, and he knows he's got a hell of a way to go before he's in the clear - but out of a drive to grab whatever connection he's managing to make with the guy and hold on tight, grab whatever he can lay his hands on. Cayde's shoulders, maybe, if not his wrists, unless he starts to attack Hank again. He thinks about Cayde, about who Cayde is, and about the driving need to get through to that.]
I think you're still in there. I think you wanna talk this out, you want to talk to me. You just got to wake up.
[A drop of something wet that has nothing to do with Cayde drips down the side of Hank's face, dripping into his short hair and starting to congeal there. Hank swallows, that desperation shaking him again and, for a moment, slipping out.]
Please. Cayde- Cayde, you gotta wake up so we can get out of here.
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[That's so fucked, a human mind in a machine's body, that whole idea is so, so fucked but none of Hank's horror or righteous rage makes it into his voice because, in some of the ways that matter, Hank is still a goddamn professional, and the desperation that was in there's been wrapped right up again. Hank sounds calm and sympathetic, and he is at least one of those things, in a horrified kind of way that kicked into gear once hearing that reboot shit reminded him. It was hard not to hear, hard not to notice, with everything around him freezing like someone hit pause and then that really faint light in Cayde's throat. It's connected, something about this is getting through, and he has to keep trying.
That siren keeps coming, like a promise. Hank tries to focus on Cayde instead of listening to it.
Cayde's trying to pull away from him and Hank's trying not to let him, not so much out of fear now - although adrenaline's still spiking through him, and he knows he's got a hell of a way to go before he's in the clear - but out of a drive to grab whatever connection he's managing to make with the guy and hold on tight, grab whatever he can lay his hands on. Cayde's shoulders, maybe, if not his wrists, unless he starts to attack Hank again. He thinks about Cayde, about who Cayde is, and about the driving need to get through to that.]
I think you're still in there. I think you wanna talk this out, you want to talk to me. You just got to wake up.
[A drop of something wet that has nothing to do with Cayde drips down the side of Hank's face, dripping into his short hair and starting to congeal there. Hank swallows, that desperation shaking him again and, for a moment, slipping out.]
Please. Cayde- Cayde, you gotta wake up so we can get out of here.