Guardian places a large hand around his forearm. The grip isn't painful but it's vicelike. There is no fighting it. It may as well be made of steel.
He starts walking Tim along but not in the direction of the hole in the wall.
No, he brings him to a nearby room. One with only windows, no door.
Then he stares at him, as if making a decision.
There is something...strange about him. Familiar. Feelings stir in his chest that he doesn't know the source of. Protectiveness.
There are more of those vague whispers in his ear about how everything is all wrong.
And the truth is...it is all wrong. Walpert has been asking them to get more and more violent, has cared less and less for civilian casualties, has been collecting all kinds of dangerous tech.
He and a few of the others have been suspecting that something has changed, that maybe the project has gone rogue.
But the problem is it's only three of them out of the whole group. Dao, Constructor, and himself.
He reaches into his ear and pulls out a device there, wrapping it in his teke to block the sound for a moment.
"If you want to live, I need you to do everything I say. Do you understand?"
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Guardian places a large hand around his forearm. The grip isn't painful but it's vicelike. There is no fighting it. It may as well be made of steel.
He starts walking Tim along but not in the direction of the hole in the wall.
No, he brings him to a nearby room. One with only windows, no door.
Then he stares at him, as if making a decision.
There is something...strange about him. Familiar. Feelings stir in his chest that he doesn't know the source of. Protectiveness.
There are more of those vague whispers in his ear about how everything is all wrong.
And the truth is...it is all wrong. Walpert has been asking them to get more and more violent, has cared less and less for civilian casualties, has been collecting all kinds of dangerous tech.
He and a few of the others have been suspecting that something has changed, that maybe the project has gone rogue.
But the problem is it's only three of them out of the whole group. Dao, Constructor, and himself.
He reaches into his ear and pulls out a device there, wrapping it in his teke to block the sound for a moment.
"If you want to live, I need you to do everything I say. Do you understand?"