[ Every instinct Ephemera has is screaming at him to twist around and kill Felix before this turns. You let anyone at your back, you fucking deserve what happens to you. The sergeant screamed that at him once, after he made a mistake in the field and nearly got a plasma blade through his spine. It cut through his armor and it's only a goddamn miracle he didn't end up dead on some nowhere planet. Only reason he didn't was because Rodriguez was there, watching from on high, and covered his stupid ass. Fifty cal to the brainstem and the enemy dropped. Cue the sergeant's furious, screaming lecture.
Even in a full rig, he's vulnerable with anyone at his back. Ephemera slows his breathing down. He ought to swing around and hit Felix in the face. Force distance.
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Even in a full rig, he's vulnerable with anyone at his back. Ephemera slows his breathing down. He ought to swing around and hit Felix in the face. Force distance.
Funny. He doesn't. ]
A line in the sand.
[ It's said softly. ]
That what it was for you? Mercy?