It's terrifying. Nightmarish. A call, in fact, to a specific nightmare—and Rinzler remembers all of it, remembers the writhing sea of corpses and the sight of his [friend] [ally], ripped down to his base code. Reconstructed back into a rotten, oozing whole. Threat.
Virus.
He hadn't helped. There was no rescue. Not before the corruption, and not after.
Not while either of them were awake.
Rinzler's flinch coils, tension realigning. The hand behind him flashes up, comes forward, grips meeting and splitting in the same smooth draw. Rinzler falters back into a crouch and reverses just as quickly, first disk slashing wide from left to right as his second punches straight in towards its core.
It's terrifying. Nightmarish. But Rinzler was made to fight those terrors. It's a virus, and he's right. And Rinzler too, remembers what the real Nihlus had asked for in that dream.
no subject
friend] [ally], ripped down to his base code. Reconstructed back into a rotten, oozing whole. Threat.Virus.
He hadn't helped. There was no rescue. Not before the corruption, and not after.
Not while either of them were awake.
Rinzler's flinch coils, tension realigning. The hand behind him flashes up, comes forward, grips meeting and splitting in the same smooth draw. Rinzler falters back into a crouch and reverses just as quickly, first disk slashing wide from left to right as his second punches straight in towards its core.
It's terrifying. Nightmarish. But Rinzler was made to fight those terrors. It's a virus, and he's right. And Rinzler too, remembers what the real Nihlus had asked for in that dream.
'Kill me'.