[He can see his AR's chat log blinking in the corner of his glasses, but he doesn't care. He doesn't want to hear what sort of back-handed shit a separate version of himself wants to spew out at him over what he's seeing, what they're both seeing, because that would mean this was real.
Which of course it is, but he doesn't need the reassurance.
So instead he's dropping to his knees next to Jake's body, staring for a moment in silence before leaning down and checking his pulse. He knows where Roxy is, can sense her off to the side like he trained himself to do, and he keeps that in mind as he presses his fingers into the side of Jake's neck, looking for something, anything, and finding a great big wad of nothing.
He takes another moment before leaning back, not even bothering to turn and look at her, his voice much calmer than before but laced with something else. Something unlike him.]
you're too nice to me. D:
Which of course it is, but he doesn't need the reassurance.
So instead he's dropping to his knees next to Jake's body, staring for a moment in silence before leaning down and checking his pulse. He knows where Roxy is, can sense her off to the side like he trained himself to do, and he keeps that in mind as he presses his fingers into the side of Jake's neck, looking for something, anything, and finding a great big wad of nothing.
He takes another moment before leaning back, not even bothering to turn and look at her, his voice much calmer than before but laced with something else. Something unlike him.]
What did you do.