[[Open, video]]

[not_your_gun]

[The video cuts in suddenly, static-laced and foggy at the edges as steam rolls by. Its Magnum, the faintest hint of terror being tightly locked under a grim visage as he is thoroughly power-washed by drones in The Silver Bullet's locker rooms.]

Soundwave.[He isn't bothering to lock this--that would take too much time, and he fears he has none

Comments

[zetabeamguy]

Uh oh.

[not_your_gun]

J...Jonathan.

This...might be...a bad time.

[zetabeamguy]

So I see.

Not... feeling quite like yourself, hm?

[not_your_gun]

I...I don't know.

Maybe I am supposed to be like this.

[zetabeamguy]

[ He raises his eyebrows ]

Do you honestly believe that?

[not_your_gun]

This...feels right.

I know that...argh...

[He puts a hand to his head, having a horrible headache trying to think on this.]

...the virus is engineered for that. But...

It...might be different, for me. I deserve this punishment.

[zetabeamguy]

Clever design.

[ He angles his head, watching Magnum for a moment ]

... I'm sure there are some who would argue that you do. I, however, am not one of them.

[not_your_gun]

You...do not mind...who I was?

What I did?

[ locked ]

[zetabeamguy]

[ He ponders a bit, before locking this ]

I respect you, Magnum, and truth be told, I have found more an ally in you than I ever have in my own world.

People like you and I should not- do not- offer apologies for who we are and what we do. We do them because we don't apologize. I know you- the real you- is in there somewhere, and if I have to personally restrain you to keep you from doing something completely stupid, I will.