[ It's not fair- but he'd nearly died. He'd lost delta. He'd lost damn near everything with one little favor that, what? It didn't do anything. Omega was still around for awhile after that, Tex managed fuck and all. So he lost his suit, his best friend, and almost his life for nothing. He's not about to fall into that a second time.

Not for anyone. Not even for Carolina. he knew her back then, sure. But it's been years. Who is she now? ]

Getting it back and...? What's step two, here? You destroying them, selling them, or using them? [ Because only one of those options is appropriate to him. There is no way using them will end well without an AI. No way he'd expect her to sell them either- but using them?

That she'd do, if she had a mission. And she's made one. She was always good at sticking to missions. ] Protip on the healing unit. Hurts like a bitch and it's easy to OD on morphine if you're not careful. Mind that.

[ He hands the helmet over from where he'd dropped it and shrugs out of the vest. He won't be needing either. Whatever they're doing? He helped, he's happy to have helped, he'd like to help more- but he is not equipped to do so. No armor. No heavy artillery. no delta.

he'll be damned before he makes himself a liability for her. ]