[Took care of the A.I. Not the Meta. The Meta would linger, and he'd order around the pulverized shell of his best friend until the day on Sidewinder when he came up against the barrier of his own assumptions, the default-baseline of instinct that was really, really, really, really fucking stupid when it came down to it. As if any part of him still existed in there, as if the Meta would have been easy to stop just by wiping all the computers from their head, as if there was any part of Maine still in there - ]
[The exhaustion is evident in the slow incline of his helmet, the slump of his shoulders. The way he looks away.]
no subject
[The exhaustion is evident in the slow incline of his helmet, the slump of his shoulders. The way he looks away.]
...sure. Just...be careful.
[Don't get yourself killed like I did, right?]