[Nick's eyes narrow as she calls him a droid, but he doesn't rise to the bait. Shadow, on the other hand, is far more impulsive. The hedgehog is far faster than the old synth, and he doesn't even get a hand out to stop his companion before he's at her, forcing the Imperial officer against the wall, his hands at her neck.]
Shadow.
[Though he takes a step forward and calls the hedgehog's name, he makes no other moves to stop him. Nick knows better than to fend off a rage-fueled Shadow; he's feeling that ire himself as it is, that hunger for vengeance rising the longer he has to look at the bodies of his friends and this murdering facsimile standing over them. They deserve better -- they deserve justice.
But he waits, playing support for the moment. He may be silent on the outside, his face of stone, but a storm builds within.]
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Shadow.
[Though he takes a step forward and calls the hedgehog's name, he makes no other moves to stop him. Nick knows better than to fend off a rage-fueled Shadow; he's feeling that ire himself as it is, that hunger for vengeance rising the longer he has to look at the bodies of his friends and this murdering facsimile standing over them. They deserve better -- they deserve justice.
But he waits, playing support for the moment. He may be silent on the outside, his face of stone, but a storm builds within.]