[ Four million years of being a natural-born killer was a complicated aspect of one's personality to obscure behind a chipper personality of a few millennia in the making. In the months since his arrival, Drift had been fortunate enough not to resort to this. His luck had to run out eventually, and now the facade was broken, and the corpse that lay crumpled at his feet was his own damning evidence.
Killing organic life always made his internals churn unpleasantly. They never went down cleanly and suffered the unfortunate side-effect of rot.
Snapping out of it, Drift registered Clara's silken sleeve against his cheek and stiffened. Relaxing when he realized what she was doing. ]
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Killing organic life always made his internals churn unpleasantly. They never went down cleanly and suffered the unfortunate side-effect of rot.
Snapping out of it, Drift registered Clara's silken sleeve against his cheek and stiffened. Relaxing when he realized what she was doing. ]
Fine. Why was he trying to take you?