[ murderbot is echoed back in question, so much question— but the creature does not retreat. instead, he towers. don't let it touch you? it's that bad? those are the first fleeting thoughts that come, all before deliberate words are pressed:
jayce talis, gruff. tired. irked, but he does thinking back: secunit? ]
i bonk dreamwidth with my comically oversized hammer
jayce talis, gruff. tired. irked, but he does thinking back: secunit? ]