"Like crap," Winter says flatly, crouching and holding the bag open, a little awkwardly because of the double set of metal fingers, none of which are the length they're supposed to be. "I feel wrong. Off. Like not-me." At least now he has enough sense of self to know when it's not right... that's something.
But the feeling of it being not right: "It's actually awful."
At least getting the guns into the bag won't be hard. Safeties are definitely on, and they seem inert when not held by anyone.
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But the feeling of it being not right: "It's actually awful."
At least getting the guns into the bag won't be hard. Safeties are definitely on, and they seem inert when not held by anyone.