[Having this many (i.e., two) impulsive, violent, temperamental people on one space adventure can't be good for anyone's health.
Clover only zones out for a few moments—it's probably only a few moments; she's playing morphogenetic ping-pong with Light, images and thoughts and reassurances of safety while he's farther away, and when she checks back in, Arumat's already halfway gone.
It shouldn't surprise her that things have escalated this quickly but it does, somehow, to see Arumat charging forward, and she knows well how deadly the laser scythe can be but his target, she realizes, has a gun, one she's seen before (wanted for herself; Alice said no), and the situation isn't past salvaging but if he actually gets close enough to try to strike—
Clover means to yell his name, and instead just gets, like, half the first syllable right:] Asshole! [NAILED IT, and she's starting to sprint forward.] Cut it out! Get back here!
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Clover only zones out for a few moments—it's probably only a few moments; she's playing morphogenetic ping-pong with Light, images and thoughts and reassurances of safety while he's farther away, and when she checks back in, Arumat's already halfway gone.
It shouldn't surprise her that things have escalated this quickly but it does, somehow, to see Arumat charging forward, and she knows well how deadly the laser scythe can be but his target, she realizes, has a gun, one she's seen before (wanted for herself; Alice said no), and the situation isn't past salvaging but if he actually gets close enough to try to strike—
Clover means to yell his name, and instead just gets, like, half the first syllable right:] Asshole! [NAILED IT, and she's starting to sprint forward.] Cut it out! Get back here!