𝚉𝚎𝚍 ☄︎

Instinctively, he felt himself move. A comfortable distance. He may have been carved by the Outside, but human instincts are impossible to fight against. Being tied into an imposter's web was what he expected. They could frame all of this as a matter of just belonging +

His eyes widen a bit. There's nothing to spare for anyone in this crew. The only reason why he's having a grip onto this conversation is because if he was aware about what's going on, then the fault would either fall on either Zed or him. And being on thin ice, it meant he +

He should've fucking known. There was always gaps in documents he would receive whenever he needed to treat a patient back on MIRA HQ, before they sent him over just so he can loosen his attitude. Like something wasn't being told. There were rumors. +

A gun is pulled up to the other's face. Not a tired look anymore, he seems dead on pulling the trigger on them. " You may be a lost asset that they sent over, but to leave everyone clueless is going to open us for death. The same fate that everyone else here faced. " +

" ... You don't seem excited seeing them alive. " Guess they have to ready their weapons in case they run into that former crewmate. The only problem is the shaky communication on this planet, so it's not like the message can be relayed immediately. So much for +