Rinzler stares, nonplussed. Out of all the users that he's harmed, he's not sure why that one has taken any worse harm than the others. He's even more unsure why Nihlus would help.
But something's changed, a shift of posture that leaves Rinzler lost and scrambling to follow. He's used to reading every cue he can, used to watching and listening because speech is not permitted and questions lead to worse. The lapse of Nihlus' control should be illuminating. Instead it's mismatched. Wrong. Is he misreading?
Despite everything, Rinzler can't find a single hint of threat.
Fingers twitch uncertainly, curling around the low shelf underneath him. The mask tips down to track as Nihlus... sits. Rinzler doesn't disagree with the assessment, externally or otherwise—the jury sentences are insignificant in the extreme. It's the punishment that follows that Rinzler is afraid of. But somehow, despite the words, he's no longer certain in the least that's what this user means.
None of which prepares him in the slightest for that image. Rinzler stares, wariness dissolving to sheer bafflement as his helmet jerks to the side. Open question: what.
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Rinzler stares, nonplussed. Out of all the users that he's harmed, he's not sure why that one has taken any worse harm than the others. He's even more unsure why Nihlus would help.
But something's changed, a shift of posture that leaves Rinzler lost and scrambling to follow. He's used to reading every cue he can, used to watching and listening because speech is not permitted and questions lead to worse. The lapse of Nihlus' control should be illuminating. Instead it's mismatched. Wrong. Is he misreading?
Despite everything, Rinzler can't find a single hint of threat.
Fingers twitch uncertainly, curling around the low shelf underneath him. The mask tips down to track as Nihlus... sits. Rinzler doesn't disagree with the assessment, externally or otherwise—the jury sentences are insignificant in the extreme. It's the punishment that follows that Rinzler is afraid of. But somehow, despite the words, he's no longer certain in the least that's what this user means.
None of which prepares him in the slightest for that image. Rinzler stares, wariness dissolving to sheer bafflement as his helmet jerks to the side. Open question: what.