What right, to die for some billionaire who barely knows or cares that you exist to begin with? People with power are always pushing it to find a way to own the people who don't, what else is new? [ Andyr snaps out immediately, something sneered about the idea of calling going to war a right to be stripped of. Since when does anyone care that a sickly iteration gets put into danger, anyway? Maybe for the expense of resources. Either way, he realizes a half second after that it's something Steve feels passionate about, and even if Andyr thinks of it as stupid, this man is at least convinced he's helping him at the moment. Though it's with a flat expression, and a sour glance to the side, he mumbles out an apology. ] Sorry.
Good you tried, at least. Did you win? [ Wanting to protect, it's a good ideal. Maybe if he were still a kid out in low town, dreaming of taking on the entire House system to get his sister back, he'd idolize someone who talked like Steve. Too much has happened since then. It's say a lot about him, alone, that he was given something to take him from frail to the kind of strong that can actually boast protection, and still talks more about looking out for other people than himself. If he is one of the clones, he's a good one. For now. ]
KN1s. [ Is the answer to Steve's question, and there's a lot that would be needed to explain what that means, or why just the phrase 'no one's going to force you to' brings a small, incredulous kind of smile to him. Just talking to the man is starting to give Andyr enough proof that he knows nothing about any of this, even if he is some kind bizarre new clone (at this juncture, Andyr has no other way to come to terms with Steve's existence, or vaguely explain what he is to himself - 'multiverse' isn't something he'd ever heard whisper of before).
In lieu of an exhaustive explanation, which feels stupid reciting at Alvary's slightly more super model looking face, Andyr tilts his head forward, and to the side, away from Steve, before running a hand over the messy hair at the nape of his neck. Tugging the strands up, and bent forward enough that it isn't concealed by the collar of the guard's coat he's been wearing since arrival, there's a metal port there, about one inch in diameter, at the very top of his neck, drilled into his spine - a circle of chrome with the center filled with a strange looking gel. Around the top rim over the port, there's letters deeply engraved in the metal, that read: "PROPERTY OF HOUSE HAPSBURG". ] What I know about people getting some kinda miracle cure, like you? Comes out of something like this. Not asked nicely for either.
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Good you tried, at least. Did you win? [ Wanting to protect, it's a good ideal. Maybe if he were still a kid out in low town, dreaming of taking on the entire House system to get his sister back, he'd idolize someone who talked like Steve. Too much has happened since then. It's say a lot about him, alone, that he was given something to take him from frail to the kind of strong that can actually boast protection, and still talks more about looking out for other people than himself. If he is one of the clones, he's a good one. For now. ]
KN1s. [ Is the answer to Steve's question, and there's a lot that would be needed to explain what that means, or why just the phrase 'no one's going to force you to' brings a small, incredulous kind of smile to him. Just talking to the man is starting to give Andyr enough proof that he knows nothing about any of this, even if he is some kind bizarre new clone (at this juncture, Andyr has no other way to come to terms with Steve's existence, or vaguely explain what he is to himself - 'multiverse' isn't something he'd ever heard whisper of before).
In lieu of an exhaustive explanation, which feels stupid reciting at Alvary's slightly more super model looking face, Andyr tilts his head forward, and to the side, away from Steve, before running a hand over the messy hair at the nape of his neck. Tugging the strands up, and bent forward enough that it isn't concealed by the collar of the guard's coat he's been wearing since arrival, there's a metal port there, about one inch in diameter, at the very top of his neck, drilled into his spine - a circle of chrome with the center filled with a strange looking gel. Around the top rim over the port, there's letters deeply engraved in the metal, that read: "PROPERTY OF HOUSE HAPSBURG". ] What I know about people getting some kinda miracle cure, like you? Comes out of something like this. Not asked nicely for either.