[ Simon’s relief that it actually worked is hijacked somewhat by his apprehension when Daylight notices how he did it. Even if the WAU and its influence are in another dimension (and if they weren’t, it’s had months to make its presence known, and it’s not exactly subtle about that), he’d never really seen structure gel working... properly, uncalibrated by it, until now. It still has that association that makes him uneasy to be attached to.
The point is, he kinda thought he’d have this put away by the time he came to. Even though it’s a little late to hide it, Simon drops the knife on the ground next to him and splays his palms on his thighs. It hurts but whatever, he’s had worse. ]
Yeah, I’m...
[ Actual incredulity, separate from his evasiveness, creeps into his tone, because. same, narration. same. ] Really? You just almost died. What happened? -Don’t try to move, you’re making your little buddy mad.
[ and asking him what happened isn’t purely an evasion tactic, either. He’d really like to know what laid out a ten-foot-tall robot(...?) in the street nearly to the point of death without leaving any visible outside marks. ]
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The point is, he kinda thought he’d have this put away by the time he came to. Even though it’s a little late to hide it, Simon drops the knife on the ground next to him and splays his palms on his thighs. It hurts but whatever, he’s had worse. ]
Yeah, I’m...
[ Actual incredulity, separate from his evasiveness, creeps into his tone, because. same, narration. same. ] Really? You just almost died. What happened? -Don’t try to move, you’re making your little buddy mad.
[ and asking him what happened isn’t purely an evasion tactic, either. He’d really like to know what laid out a ten-foot-tall robot(...?) in the street nearly to the point of death without leaving any visible outside marks. ]