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You debate for a moment. “Just leave it empty. I'll find a new cell somewhere.” Better to have something you could reload than something that would only be good for half the shots it had held before, and nothing more.
Tobias nods, switching his mechadendrites from pulling at the metal casing to closing it up once more. He removed an oil-stained cloth from inside his robes - one you recognized - with which he carefully rubbed the pistol. It looked much more elegant, now. There was an artful slightness to it that you had never considered before. Still bulky, as befitted a weapon, but... there was just something about it.
The vox unit suddenly blared with a static, binary prayer.
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You blink.
Had you just heard words?
Tobias' vox unit continued to stutter, his mechadendrites withdrawing as he held the pistol out for you to take. No further words came to you. Had you imagined it?
You reach out, taking it with both hands. “That was a different prayer than before.”
Tobias didn't seem surprised. “So it was.” He considered. “I believe... they will be quite surprised by you at the Temple Pluripraxis.” He was quiet for a moment, then turned from you. It seemed you were dismissed.
The others had gathered at their vehicle, caring for the fallen Kobrix carefully, laying him across the middle, where they had evened out the cargo as best they could and laid him out on the center console. That wound up relegating you to being partially wedged in front with the servitor, out of the way of everyone else. That suited you fine, even as Hollie returned to pull two of the technomats back out before telling Jormund to get going.
He leaned into the driver's compartment, nodding at you briefly before beginning to manipulate the servitor's controls. “Rumor has it we have you to thank for stifling the wrath of the Omnissiah.”
