[He blinked his eyes hard and rapidly to clear his vision and to potentially convince himself to shake off the anemia that slowed him. The cold of the snow didn't bother him in the least, so used to being in such a state to begin with. However, the cold did keep him from rising quickly, and for now, conserving energy meant he still remained sitting.
It also meant that his thoughts were slower to process. He had a hang up over the idea that 76 had been here, or even could be here. He had spent a long time with that undead version making it clear to them both that Jack had no place here in Deerington and now Trench. Someone had to complete the mission.
He sighed at Lance's assessment, slowly turning his head to view the young Latino. That question at least had him pulling his limbs in, setting them and forcing himself to his feet. If he looked awful, Lance looked way worse he observed.]
It's gone now. Whatever it was. [He shook his head to shake off the cobwebs.] And he's not here either. Good riddance.
[Then he focused more on Lance.] You're sliding deep into corruption by the look of you.
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It also meant that his thoughts were slower to process. He had a hang up over the idea that 76 had been here, or even could be here. He had spent a long time with that undead version making it clear to them both that Jack had no place here in Deerington and now Trench. Someone had to complete the mission.
He sighed at Lance's assessment, slowly turning his head to view the young Latino. That question at least had him pulling his limbs in, setting them and forcing himself to his feet. If he looked awful, Lance looked way worse he observed.]
It's gone now. Whatever it was. [He shook his head to shake off the cobwebs.] And he's not here either. Good riddance.
[Then he focused more on Lance.] You're sliding deep into corruption by the look of you.