[It lifts him, straining against the unmoving weight in a way it's not used to - usually maneuvering a human into its arms would barely take a thought if its joints were damaged, but here it has to use leverage, as its limbs build the ache. Worse, something's wrong with one of its hands, the joints strangely refusing to move and the fingers failing to separate.
It falls back on emergency programming and instinct. It's not lost some of that brusque tone, but there's no snappishness to its voice now. There's something wrong with its voice, though - it's almost like feedback, fuzzing out with static and echoing like it's coming over a bad comm call.]
You just need to take a few more steps. This way.
[It's hardly listening to its own words, though - something is catching on its ears, and it twists to look behind them.
There's an echoing howl, coming from the distance. The... not-so-distant distance.]
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It falls back on emergency programming and instinct. It's not lost some of that brusque tone, but there's no snappishness to its voice now. There's something wrong with its voice, though - it's almost like feedback, fuzzing out with static and echoing like it's coming over a bad comm call.]
You just need to take a few more steps. This way.
[It's hardly listening to its own words, though - something is catching on its ears, and it twists to look behind them.
There's an echoing howl, coming from the distance. The... not-so-distant distance.]