[ Ephemera keeps one hand loose on his helmet. A bludgeoning weapon, if he needs one. If they fight - and they always do, in the end - then he'll need whatever advantage he can think to take. This time he's geared up and Felix isn't. But that doesn't always swing the numbers quite how it should. The whole moment feels strange, off balance.
Breathe, soldier. Settle. And for a moment, he can almost hear Hunter's voice. That calmness, drawing him away from the crazy. Keeping him centered in the scrum.
Almost. ]
No?
[ Like before, his voice is soft. He keeps one hand on his helmet. And with the other, he puts his hand on the back of Felix's neck. An old reflex from a different life. Shielding the implant. He's careful, with his gauntlets. He remembers that part, too. ]
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Breathe, soldier. Settle. And for a moment, he can almost hear Hunter's voice. That calmness, drawing him away from the crazy. Keeping him centered in the scrum.
Almost. ]
No?
[ Like before, his voice is soft. He keeps one hand on his helmet. And with the other, he puts his hand on the back of Felix's neck. An old reflex from a different life. Shielding the implant. He's careful, with his gauntlets. He remembers that part, too. ]
Why not?