[Like Akechi's words summon it, the sensation of burning crawls over the SecUnit, like the entire surface layer of skin is trying to burn itself off. It grits its jaw and braces its teeth as the pain sharpens in one arm, causing it to clench a fist - the same one where the sleeve is torn.
Easy (still hard but it knows how to prioritize in a crisis) to push down the raw what the fuck and grab for Akechi, only pausing for a half-second to stare behind its own helmet at the bloody protrusion of horns from his skull.]
Inside.
[Something's wrong with the echo of its voice. Something's wrong with its hand, which is mottling a strange grey (don't think about it don't think about it, the contamination can't work this fast and you need to be working, Murderbot, not a wrecked screaming lump on the ground.
Getting Akechi up is going to be hard, though, if he's not ready to move with it.]
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Easy (still hard but it knows how to prioritize in a crisis) to push down the raw what the fuck and grab for Akechi, only pausing for a half-second to stare behind its own helmet at the bloody protrusion of horns from his skull.]
Inside.
[Something's wrong with the echo of its voice. Something's wrong with its hand, which is mottling a strange grey (don't think about it don't think about it, the contamination can't work this fast and you need to be working, Murderbot, not a wrecked screaming lump on the ground.
Getting Akechi up is going to be hard, though, if he's not ready to move with it.]