[ His bloody fingers return to the raker he'd let go instinctively, poised over the trigger. ]
I don't really like space.
[ Not as much of a non sequitur as it might seem, but he sounds almost tired, the wash of frustration with his stationary position quickly flooding his body, sending it all alight. Space isn't for him, but he'll go to prove to the machine he still can, to push life and death back into his veins from where they been sitting, sleepy and complacent. He should. He can. Barbatos thuds and shudders, impatience in its circuits.
a 'lil'
[ His bloody fingers return to the raker he'd let go instinctively, poised over the trigger. ]
I don't really like space.
[ Not as much of a non sequitur as it might seem, but he sounds almost tired, the wash of frustration with his stationary position quickly flooding his body, sending it all alight. Space isn't for him, but he'll go to prove to the machine he still can, to push life and death back into his veins from where they been sitting, sleepy and complacent. He should. He can. Barbatos thuds and shudders, impatience in its circuits.
He wants to. ]
What about you?