Eezo blue lights up the room and wrenches the shadow upwards sudden and hard. With its mech hand still regenerating, there was no way for it to pull out of the field and it writhes uselessly, rippling black. Livid beyond words, snarling and hissing at its new entrapment.

Until it just-

... Stops.

"Jane."

The voice is quiet. Soft and edged with all of Nihlus' dark little worries, all of his fears, underlined by brittle little snaps and cracks of bones still settling back into place.

"Don't go."

Oily liquid shifts back into rough plating, pale markings drawings themselves over its face. It reaches out towards her with its remaining hand, green eyes pleading.

"Please, don't go. I don't care if you're using me. I'll be whatever you need me to be- whatever you want me to be, just don't-"

The complex, weaving markings melt away, lost to simpler, solid geometric blues, dark scales shifting light grey and the irises turn a familiar icy, icy blue.

"Don't leave me."