Vaporizing his body? That’s - oh fuck, the red eyes. He shoots lasers from his eyes. He could kill Tim any time he wanted. It’s a lot to take in. It’s all so much - they’re not half an hour from his being strapped down, and here he is watching Guardian rearrange bricks like Lord Kuruku in the Unico animes.
(Lord Kuruku was the bad guy.)
Guardian… might not be. Tim only has his word that he’s been marked for death, but there was that other agent. The one who objected and said he’d rather be in the brig. It takes a lot to convince someone that prison is preferable. “Mutagenia said ideal because I was a gymnast. They … knew who I was.”
Meaning that he was selected on purpose. Anyone trying to hunt down a witness wouldn’t need to wait for facial recognition across the whole city. If they picked him, he has to be identified somewhere in their records. An address. The school name. Something.
Tim looks back at the door again. It’s not a choice, but he makes it anyway. He reached blindly for Guardian’s hand and finds it easily through good spatial awareness. “Let’s go.”
no subject
(Lord Kuruku was the bad guy.)
Guardian… might not be. Tim only has his word that he’s been marked for death, but there was that other agent. The one who objected and said he’d rather be in the brig. It takes a lot to convince someone that prison is preferable. “Mutagenia said ideal because I was a gymnast. They … knew who I was.”
Meaning that he was selected on purpose. Anyone trying to hunt down a witness wouldn’t need to wait for facial recognition across the whole city. If they picked him, he has to be identified somewhere in their records. An address. The school name. Something.
Tim looks back at the door again. It’s not a choice, but he makes it anyway. He reached blindly for Guardian’s hand and finds it easily through good spatial awareness. “Let’s go.”