[ Questions? Oh yeah. He's got questions. He wants to know how much time has passed for her. Where is her armor? Why is she armed with only a gun? He wants to know why North recoiled at the sight of him. He wants to know why York insisted on hearing his voice. He wants to know about the A.I.s. He wants to know about his A.I. He wants to know what happened after he was shot.
[ He grunts noncommittally and folds his arms, discomforted by the idea of taking off his armor. Blame the bullet hole. Or ... literally everything else going on. ]
The mission?
[ Was it a success? Did they suffer any casualties? His other questions — his ever-growing confusion and unease — can wait. Or not be asked at all. The mission takes priority. Always does. ]
action
[ He grunts noncommittally and folds his arms, discomforted by the idea of taking off his armor. Blame the bullet hole. Or ... literally everything else going on. ]
The mission?
[ Was it a success? Did they suffer any casualties? His other questions — his ever-growing confusion and unease — can wait. Or not be asked at all. The mission takes priority. Always does. ]