Well, he did make us fight our way to survival for a few days. [No reason to lie to York.] He showed up after it was said and done with a few cronies alongside.
Congratulations on NOT DYING! FUCK YEAH. [Victory fist pump as he flips through the feeds for the morning.] Really you didn't talk to him. Or shoot him. I am disappointed in you.
[He's a little snappy at that.] If I had talked to him, I would have shot him. The only one who can tell us why he did what he did is him. I let cooler heads prevail, and fortunately, that was Carolina.
...remind me to talk to her about what trusting a cryptic bastard got us into last time. Because honestly I thought she had a better idea of that than me.
It isn't about trust; it's about information. Nobody thinks any of this is a good idea, but here we are. And don't you think killing him would be doing the Sanctum's dirty work? He might be a few leaves short of a cup of tea, but if anything he has to say can shed some new light on the situation, I'd rather hear it than not.
[he's been sitting on his ass and clubbing and getting into shit everywhere and they had Delta this whole fucking time!? Someone's losing an eye for this.]
No- I'll probably bring him here- is that [He's already mid scramble, boots down and coat on, hanging by the door to look back to Mal.] Is that alright?
Of course it is. [This is York's partner, not some random person off the street (even though they would look no different to Mal).] Just make sure he's in one piece.
We're not done talking about you, Kilo, and Carolina. Just. Put a pin in it. [With that, he's out. Running to the cycle he may or may not have bought to scramble to get to Delta.]
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Malcolm I know you're english. It is painfully obvious. Why do you do this to me man.
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...All right, I'm not worried about my place in your squishy little heart, how about that.
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[Wait back up what was that transmission? All the smiling fades into puzzled concern as he plays it back a second time.]
...oh my fuck.
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[he's been sitting on his ass and clubbing and getting into shit everywhere and they had Delta this whole fucking time!? Someone's losing an eye for this.]
They made him human. He's at Bifrons.
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