Yes. I made one, the other two—let's just say, a terrible woman made them, and I took them off her corpse.
[Which is a very simplified way of how it all went down that leaves out Percy himself dying. Even having seen the woman before him die and come back, it's just—it isn't quite something he can bring himself to talk about, just yet.]
They're new, where I come from, and dangerous in the wrong hands. [Like Ripley's.] But I imagine you don't need me to tell you that.
[A Lionetta pops out of cover, still dressed in evening finery and already drawing another knife. Percy fires a shot from Animus, aiming to disarm, and the knife gets knocked clean out of the Lionetta's hand. Then he has to take cover in order to reload frantically, while the Lionetta shakes off the stun and draws a much more modern-seeming pistol.]
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[Which is a very simplified way of how it all went down that leaves out Percy himself dying. Even having seen the woman before him die and come back, it's just—it isn't quite something he can bring himself to talk about, just yet.]
They're new, where I come from, and dangerous in the wrong hands. [Like Ripley's.] But I imagine you don't need me to tell you that.
[A Lionetta pops out of cover, still dressed in evening finery and already drawing another knife. Percy fires a shot from Animus, aiming to disarm, and the knife gets knocked clean out of the Lionetta's hand. Then he has to take cover in order to reload frantically, while the Lionetta shakes off the stun and draws a much more modern-seeming pistol.]
Oh, that's just not fair.