the knowledge bomb implanted in both his and Elizabeth's minds is enough to make his jaw grow tight. for his head to hurt harder than it had been. whatever conversations he's had with Judy, whatever information she felt comfortable provided to him up to this point ― none of that mattered. nothing mattered. as she so eloquently puts it, everything is pointless. his nails drag against the floor uncomfortably until they ball up into his palms, and he just stares at Elizabeth while her robotic voice continues to chide him for his decisions. with a snap of his head, he's back to looking at the brain in a jar on wheels known as Hector Con Carne. ]
―Fuck. ―You. I wasn't even supposed to be a human. You're a human, else you wouldn't be... nnn, protecting your brain, hiding away in this damn complex.
[ Elizabeth pleads for him to not do this and he just reaches his arm out, clasping his hand over hers. he is able to get one squeeze in before Judy rips through his body with one of her lasers. that... hurts, to say the least. it just misses his heart by an inch, but it was certainly enough to send him back. blood begins to slowly pour from the exit wound as he manages to clamber up on propped elbows. ]
Maybe that's... for the best. Let the dead die. Don't... f-fucking cling to them... [ another look at Elizabeth follows as he suddenly coughs out violently, a spurt of blood leaving his mouth and dripping from his chin. ] ―S-sorry again.
[ any and all energy he has remaining is used to push his hand to the waist of his pants and pull his pistol out. the gun is cocked and he aims as best as he can with a shaky grip. he pulls the trigger and the resounding shot of a bullet leaving the chamber can be heard. again and again, he shoots at her with all intent of taking her out of the picture. regardless of the consequences, he wanted Judy dead. not Elizabeth.
fate would have it that he misses. they bounce off of her chassis and none of them make it to their target. because of course, right? ]
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the knowledge bomb implanted in both his and Elizabeth's minds is enough to make his jaw grow tight. for his head to hurt harder than it had been. whatever conversations he's had with Judy, whatever information she felt comfortable provided to him up to this point ― none of that mattered. nothing mattered. as she so eloquently puts it, everything is pointless. his nails drag against the floor uncomfortably until they ball up into his palms, and he just stares at Elizabeth while her robotic voice continues to chide him for his decisions. with a snap of his head, he's back to looking at the brain in a jar on wheels known as Hector Con Carne. ]
―Fuck. ―You. I wasn't even supposed to be a human. You're a human, else you wouldn't be... nnn, protecting your brain, hiding away in this damn complex.
[ Elizabeth pleads for him to not do this and he just reaches his arm out, clasping his hand over hers. he is able to get one squeeze in before Judy rips through his body with one of her lasers. that... hurts, to say the least. it just misses his heart by an inch, but it was certainly enough to send him back. blood begins to slowly pour from the exit wound as he manages to clamber up on propped elbows. ]
Maybe that's... for the best. Let the dead die. Don't... f-fucking cling to them... [ another look at Elizabeth follows as he suddenly coughs out violently, a spurt of blood leaving his mouth and dripping from his chin. ] ―S-sorry again.
[ any and all energy he has remaining is used to push his hand to the waist of his pants and pull his pistol out. the gun is cocked and he aims as best as he can with a shaky grip. he pulls the trigger and the resounding shot of a bullet leaving the chamber can be heard. again and again, he shoots at her with all intent of taking her out of the picture. regardless of the consequences, he wanted Judy dead. not Elizabeth.
fate would have it that he misses. they bounce off of her chassis and none of them make it to their target. because of course, right? ]