[ The smell probably lingers. Ephemera's armor is climate controlled and completely sealed. Still, he imagines he can smell the burning. Can taste it in his throat.
All in your head. All in your fucking head.
Connor doesn't put the gun away. Hmm. Ephemera eyes him up and down, face inscrutable behind his helmet. It's obvious Connor doesn't trust him, has been for a while. Still, Drake likes Connor and there's generally a reason for that. The least Ephemera can do is try to look after the city while Drake is - away.
Ephemera grunts, disengaging the flame thrower. It collapses back into his gauntlet. ]
Yeah. Specialized equipment. You know what these things are?
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All in your head. All in your fucking head.
Connor doesn't put the gun away. Hmm. Ephemera eyes him up and down, face inscrutable behind his helmet. It's obvious Connor doesn't trust him, has been for a while. Still, Drake likes Connor and there's generally a reason for that. The least Ephemera can do is try to look after the city while Drake is - away.
Ephemera grunts, disengaging the flame thrower. It collapses back into his gauntlet. ]
Yeah. Specialized equipment. You know what these things are?