[He's got him there. Tarn doesn't particularly feel like paying an emergerncy visit to the Medbay for a slit throat. His fingers shift minutely against Drift's neck cabling, yearning to just squeeze the life out of him.
Tarn can take a moment to at least admire that Drift as enough sense to look frightened in this moment.]
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Tarn can take a moment to at least admire that Drift as enough sense to look frightened in this moment.]
It seems that we're at a draw.