[ For a moment, Maine is still. He's trying to make sense of that. To compile the bits and pieces of information he's picked up — words, actions, reactions — and shove them in alongside Wash's explanation. To make it make sense.
[ Something happened to him. Something very bad. His throat? He couldn't speak. Sigma was his A.I., like Theta is North's. Sigma was crazy. And then?
[ It's the last part that he can't figure out. His fingers twitch and he scowls, confused and uncertain and irritated by that uncertainty. ]
Not me?
[ What does that even mean? Who else could he be? What the fuck happened? ]
no subject
[ Something happened to him. Something very bad. His throat? He couldn't speak. Sigma was his A.I., like Theta is North's. Sigma was crazy. And then?
[ It's the last part that he can't figure out. His fingers twitch and he scowls, confused and uncertain and irritated by that uncertainty. ]
Not me?
[ What does that even mean? Who else could he be? What the fuck happened? ]