[Lockon is disinclined to feel grateful to Hiling for a single goddamned thing right now, though he does intend make full use of what little autonomy is still left to him. At the moment this is manifesting in the way his eyes narrow and harden--this promises to be a drawn out and unpleasant experience, so he's best served steeling himself however he can.
When her order is issued, Lockon begins to scoot forward on his knees (after all, she didn't say he could walk when approaching, and his body acknowledges it). He doesn't stop until he's a hair's breadth away from where she sits.]
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When her order is issued, Lockon begins to scoot forward on his knees (after all, she didn't say he could walk when approaching, and his body acknowledges it). He doesn't stop until he's a hair's breadth away from where she sits.]
Now what?