[ It would be better, Ephemera thinks, if they stuck to places where everybody walks around in armor all the goddamn time. Simpler, cleaner. Fifteen times more violent but at least he'd know how to exist in proximity to it. Here he follows after Felix, mirrors him, sets himself scripts for when he talks to people so he doesn't come off like a complete goddamn psychopath in public. But it's not like they can go strolling around Insurrectionist territory, not with their records and Ephemera's long ass line of burned bridges. Even invoking Carter Boone's name isn't going to net them anything but a quick death.
A mercy, as these things go. But not useful here. Ephemera could name a hundred dead Insurrectionists, each more or less idealistic than Boone, and it wouldn't change a thing. Here they fucking stand. Out of armor and all.
It can't last. Ephemera knows he stands out in a crowd. People remember scars like his. But they aren't dead yet. That's something.
He shrugs. Pulls his hood up. ]
Protein. And a wall I can put my back to.
[ Also, coffee. The important things. ]
Open to suggestions. Why'd you go with Felix, anyway?
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A mercy, as these things go. But not useful here. Ephemera could name a hundred dead Insurrectionists, each more or less idealistic than Boone, and it wouldn't change a thing. Here they fucking stand. Out of armor and all.
It can't last. Ephemera knows he stands out in a crowd. People remember scars like his. But they aren't dead yet. That's something.
He shrugs. Pulls his hood up. ]
Protein. And a wall I can put my back to.
[ Also, coffee. The important things. ]
Open to suggestions. Why'd you go with Felix, anyway?