[Every lightning flash is a scramble to his systems, a sizzle against the Thirium that pumps through artificial veins. Unpleasant, unwanted, but even as his vision flickers between static and being able to see-
He still can't actually see. JUST THE GROUND AND YOUR BACK, FRIEND.]
You don't-
[A hitch in his audio processing, he tries again.]
I can't see anything when you carry me-
[He needs to know....just what the heck is going on around him.]
no subject
He still can't actually see. JUST THE GROUND AND YOUR BACK, FRIEND.]
You don't-
[A hitch in his audio processing, he tries again.]
I can't see anything when you carry me-
[He needs to know....just what the heck is going on around him.]
-like a dead body.