[ You shrug the normal way in the suit, except there's a pleasant little mechanical purr that goes with each movement.
Tony's patient for Yseult's answers. It's a hell of a view, up here, and it strikes him somewhere in the pause between her thoughts that there's also a real time limit on how long he gets to keep it. Fade-fabrication or not, the thought twinges. Somewhere, a siren kicks off, and he almost laughs.
Good thing he doesn't, because the next thing Yseult says is I should be dead.
Strikes a nerve. Not in a wrong way. ]
Someone out there would say it's a normal amount of selfish.
now me
Tony's patient for Yseult's answers. It's a hell of a view, up here, and it strikes him somewhere in the pause between her thoughts that there's also a real time limit on how long he gets to keep it. Fade-fabrication or not, the thought twinges. Somewhere, a siren kicks off, and he almost laughs.
Good thing he doesn't, because the next thing Yseult says is I should be dead.
Strikes a nerve. Not in a wrong way. ]
Someone out there would say it's a normal amount of selfish.