Y — ( his word cuts off almost as soon as it starts, broken off with a half hiss half something he bites back until his tongue bleeds. the feeling of the needle pressing in is...familiar and unpleasant, makes him seize up in a way that's basically muscle memory at this point. nervous? he blinks, still a little stunned from the fall, still very disoriented from his own body fighting against him.
he's not nervous.
friend?
also no.
for a second he wonders if they are secretly from peil as well and then discards the ridiculous notion. the controlling types they are, they'd never deal with an agent like medicine pocket. the closest they would permit is probably the clone in line after 4 himself, but that's neither here nor there.
where the cravat has been pulled down, 4's skin lances with pink-red light, which would be pretty to anyone who doesn't know it's also a death sentence. yet, throughout everything, 4's expression barely changes at all. )
no subject
he's not nervous.
friend?
also no.
for a second he wonders if they are secretly from peil as well and then discards the ridiculous notion. the controlling types they are, they'd never deal with an agent like medicine pocket. the closest they would permit is probably the clone in line after 4 himself, but that's neither here nor there.
where the cravat has been pulled down, 4's skin lances with pink-red light, which would be pretty to anyone who doesn't know it's also a death sentence. yet, throughout everything, 4's expression barely changes at all. )