[The General's pace slows, and so does TX-701's. The result is even greater silence in the hall, even less to disguise the words being spoken. Less distraction from the low pain.
Things would be- easier. If there was some agreement between them. They had the same goal (didn't they? didn't they all?) so there should be peace. Stability. Order. The fact that there wasn't- wasn't something for him to consider. It was none of his business. Questioning their actions was not his place. Where his place was, that was the problem. He was the problem.]
Yes. [And the answer is to both, short and flat and echoing inside of his helmet. Yes, they were. Yes, he was.]
He has found use in my service.
[Why his service? That was something he could't explain. Not with any sense.]
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Things would be- easier. If there was some agreement between them. They had the same goal (didn't they? didn't they all?) so there should be peace. Stability. Order. The fact that there wasn't- wasn't something for him to consider. It was none of his business. Questioning their actions was not his place. Where his place was, that was the problem. He was the problem.]
Yes. [And the answer is to both, short and flat and echoing inside of his helmet. Yes, they were. Yes, he was.]
He has found use in my service.
[Why his service? That was something he could't explain. Not with any sense.]