[He dodges the first part, and doesn't care about the second, but he fels compelled to salvage something out of this, hence gathering intel - any intel - has to be his first priority.]
[There is nothing more he can think to say. Intel. be damned. He begins to wonder how long it'll take his charge to deplete enough that he will slip into unconsciousness. That would be good.]
//Gonna try to recharge now// [he lies. But he feels that he should say something to maintain the illusion that he perceives Blurr as something other than an enemy.]
//Copter? You don´t sound like your usuall happy self right now ...what happened?//
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[The laughter stops abruptly, the realisation hitting him that he didn't think before transmitting. Oh slag.]
//Nothing's wrong. You having fun out there with your seeker?//
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//You are having fun?//
[He dodges the first part, and doesn't care about the second, but he fels compelled to salvage something out of this, hence gathering intel - any intel - has to be his first priority.]
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*is by now used to the topic-changes of the copter, and knows that there has to be something wrong*
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//Nice.//
[There is nothing more he can think to say. Intel. be damned. He begins to wonder how long it'll take his charge to deplete enough that he will slip into unconsciousness. That would be good.]
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//you are not alright ...what happened now?//
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[OK, not unconscious yet. This sucks.]
//Eh.//
[He falls silent again.]
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//What the slag are you on about?//
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//Gonna try to recharge now// [he lies. But he feels that he should say something to maintain the illusion that he perceives Blurr as something other than an enemy.]
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