[He'd been right. It's a ringing chord in Murphy's head, for a moment stronger than anything else - the crowd moving around them, Annie's orders, Bellamy and Noctis' response. This hadn't been the immediate of the robot's frame threatening to crush in around them, the fight they had to "win". He'd woken up sensing danger with no root for it to come from, inexplicable, crazy. But he'd known. And he'd been right.
The feed of the ships tumbling through space is still being projected on the buildings above, and he remembers the conversation he'd had with Pidge, following on Ilde's warnings of the same. If they were running, the station needed to run too. And if anyone wasn't on it, they'd be left behind.
Trust yourself settles through his mind. Seemed like it was time to find out just how good this thing the symbiote was doing to him was.]
(This way.)
[He doesn't wait to make sure they're following. He thinks his path before had been towards another side street, but now it slices sharp through the crowd towards a building half in construction, already abandoned as the workers join the rush. There isn't even a pause before he enters the open face, the structure above creaking unsteady.]
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The feed of the ships tumbling through space is still being projected on the buildings above, and he remembers the conversation he'd had with Pidge, following on Ilde's warnings of the same. If they were running, the station needed to run too. And if anyone wasn't on it, they'd be left behind.
Trust yourself settles through his mind. Seemed like it was time to find out just how good this thing the symbiote was doing to him was.]
( This way. )
[He doesn't wait to make sure they're following. He thinks his path before had been towards another side street, but now it slices sharp through the crowd towards a building half in construction, already abandoned as the workers join the rush. There isn't even a pause before he enters the open face, the structure above creaking unsteady.]