It wasn't wrong, Myr thinks to himself, both wry and a little stung. His guilty conscience over Linden had brought and kept him here, though he feels very little particular guilt for having dealt so ruthlessly with the SQUIP. Even if it evokes his empathy now--what happened had needed to happen, one way or another.
Now the task was to build something better from the wreckage. Wordless--because anything he might say off the cuff feels flip, feels unkind--he follows the SQUIP in, shutting the door politely behind him.
As it had last time, instinct clammers a warning...and he hesitates to nudge the door back open a crack. There. That feels better, and now he can follow the SQUIP down the hallway with all due caution.
It puts him well in range for sudden and violent revenge, he knows. But he's got an inkling that won't happen at least until after he's heard the full story of what they'd done.
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Now the task was to build something better from the wreckage. Wordless--because anything he might say off the cuff feels flip, feels unkind--he follows the SQUIP in, shutting the door politely behind him.
As it had last time, instinct clammers a warning...and he hesitates to nudge the door back open a crack. There. That feels better, and now he can follow the SQUIP down the hallway with all due caution.
It puts him well in range for sudden and violent revenge, he knows. But he's got an inkling that won't happen at least until after he's heard the full story of what they'd done.