[He follows, because he doesn't have a choice, and because he's curious. Slightly. Minutely, about what Clara will do. How far that mean streak goes, that her show him her claws back on the station about Alina. About his request of her.
Cruelty is next to mortality in most humans, he finds, having watched them for far too long. The outrage isn't even there anymore, at betrayal or an assassination attempt. He bares the scars of every one he's lived through, all the failures to cull his ambition and ruin his people.
So, he sinks to the ground, perched on the blanket with his hands resting on his thighs.]
There are no rules, miss Clara. Every order, or I fail.
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Cruelty is next to mortality in most humans, he finds, having watched them for far too long. The outrage isn't even there anymore, at betrayal or an assassination attempt. He bares the scars of every one he's lived through, all the failures to cull his ambition and ruin his people.
So, he sinks to the ground, perched on the blanket with his hands resting on his thighs.]
There are no rules, miss Clara. Every order, or I fail.
[Which is not an option.]