[ For a moment, V's response is a distant agreement at something, though he's yet to look fully sold on the idea that these Maelstrom scouts are simply going to fade right before their eyes. Feels like something he should stay back for, to doublecheck they aren't going to screw up anybody else's day. If that's what days without light can even be called.
It's clear when V's back in the present; optics flicking to the stranger with a sharp kind of focus. Cyberpychosis is something he's had a second-hand brush with more than a few times, but he's always got at the back of his mind that it could happen to him too. All the more reason to stay grounded. ]
Happens when a human has too much o' this.
[ Lifting his right hand, his fingers flex, the reflection of light somewhere reflecting briefly off the dark charcoal grey synth-skin, bone-white phalanges and bronzed knuckles. ]
Lose sense of their humanity. Makes 'em very dangerous. And very unpredictable.
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[ For a moment, V's response is a distant agreement at something, though he's yet to look fully sold on the idea that these Maelstrom scouts are simply going to fade right before their eyes. Feels like something he should stay back for, to doublecheck they aren't going to screw up anybody else's day. If that's what days without light can even be called.
It's clear when V's back in the present; optics flicking to the stranger with a sharp kind of focus. Cyberpychosis is something he's had a second-hand brush with more than a few times, but he's always got at the back of his mind that it could happen to him too. All the more reason to stay grounded. ]
Happens when a human has too much o' this.
[ Lifting his right hand, his fingers flex, the reflection of light somewhere reflecting briefly off the dark charcoal grey synth-skin, bone-white phalanges and bronzed knuckles. ]
Lose sense of their humanity. Makes 'em very dangerous. And very unpredictable.