Liquid stared at Miller from behind the glasses, expression still blank. Still, he remained silent for a while, apparently thinking, rather than trying to convince Miller to bring him back, to stay back. For now.
The glasses were a good, tangible reminder of what he'd been fighting for, what he'd been doing before he died. He didn't want to throw all that away. Didn't want to, but couldn't help following what that voice in his mind was telling him.
The AI was still so convincing, even if its influence was slipping. Liquid was fighting back, but it took a lot out of him. With Miller's help, though, maybe he could beat it. He just had to focus on everything else.
Focus on the memories. Focus on the present. Focus on what he wanted to do, really wanted to do. Focus on anything but how much he wanted to get back to the station.
"Yeah?" His accent was back, no longer trying to mimic Miller's voice. One word at a time. Less likely to go off on another tangent about staying on the station. "It was... last minute. This. Our... The man for the job died. But. I did well."
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The glasses were a good, tangible reminder of what he'd been fighting for, what he'd been doing before he died. He didn't want to throw all that away. Didn't want to, but couldn't help following what that voice in his mind was telling him.
The AI was still so convincing, even if its influence was slipping. Liquid was fighting back, but it took a lot out of him. With Miller's help, though, maybe he could beat it. He just had to focus on everything else.
Focus on the memories. Focus on the present. Focus on what he wanted to do, really wanted to do. Focus on anything but how much he wanted to get back to the station.
"Yeah?" His accent was back, no longer trying to mimic Miller's voice. One word at a time. Less likely to go off on another tangent about staying on the station. "It was... last minute. This. Our... The man for the job died. But. I did well."