[ Wolf is wary, and takes a step back at the proffered hand— he understands the human temptation to touch his exoskeleton the way they might to a dog, but Klavier is no Sunny.
This whole situation with the guitar-sword, though. Admittedly, it's not as absurd as it can be, but it still prompts one of those disbelieving chuckles that has Sam shaking his head. ]
Ah, so that's something of a constant, even in the afterlife. [ Because that's what he assumes this is, some sort of shitty VR training in purgatory. ] Comforting constants.
[ That might be bitterness, or maybe it isn't— he's too breezy for that, it seems. He steps aside to let Wolf throw a few HF knives at some impending NPCs. ]
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This whole situation with the guitar-sword, though. Admittedly, it's not as absurd as it can be, but it still prompts one of those disbelieving chuckles that has Sam shaking his head. ]
Ah, so that's something of a constant, even in the afterlife. [ Because that's what he assumes this is, some sort of shitty VR training in purgatory. ] Comforting constants.
[ That might be bitterness, or maybe it isn't— he's too breezy for that, it seems. He steps aside to let Wolf throw a few HF knives at some impending NPCs. ]