[ Chyler doesn't know how she got here. She doesn't know how Finn got here, where these bodies came from, but she knows she'll guard him against whatever comes their way. She has a P-90 in her hands, and for a second she thinks she's wearing tactical gear but no, it's armor. White armor. It's always been white armor. ] Finn. Get up. It's dead.
[ Dead, not human. Those two things together are only for the good. For a second there's a shadow in the far corner of the room, a broad-shouldered, armored something, seven feet tall, but then it's gone and Chyler can't help thinking that's important somehow, that the thing disappearing just makes it more dangerous, not less. She raises her weapon. ]
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[ Chyler doesn't know how she got here. She doesn't know how Finn got here, where these bodies came from, but she knows she'll guard him against whatever comes their way. She has a P-90 in her hands, and for a second she thinks she's wearing tactical gear but no, it's armor. White armor. It's always been white armor. ] Finn. Get up. It's dead.
[ Dead, not human. Those two things together are only for the good. For a second there's a shadow in the far corner of the room, a broad-shouldered, armored something, seven feet tall, but then it's gone and Chyler can't help thinking that's important somehow, that the thing disappearing just makes it more dangerous, not less. She raises her weapon. ]
Finn. You can't help the dead.