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“No, of course you aren’t. You’re too idiotic to make the smart decision.”

Attacking first was… a poor move. Making the first move revealed your intentions, your strengths, and just how far you were willing to go– even if you didn’t intend on broadcasting any of that. It was what kept him standing to casually, fingers still drumming a beat against the arm of his buster.

“Your sister made the right decision. Or, no…” A curious look seemed to seep into his red eyes, softening his gaze as his brow furrowed. “… I didn’t ask her. I– I didn’t make her. She just… asked to be happy.

“Did you know that she wasn’t happy? Not before. But she’s so happy now.”

“I’d never go Maverick just to be happy. I got better shit to do with my time than random mass murder, like punching Sigma in the crotch armor to see if he goes down like a human would.”

Rebecca didn’t know why she admitted that one, but the longer they kept talking, hopefully it would give him the idea to not dismember her.

“It’s not our fault that she never said anything. Dad can’t do anything if she doesn’t say something about it. He wanted to give her a chance to tell him of her own volition, just like he gave me the chance.”

She was still tense, wondering if the other would make the first move or not, because she certainly didn’t want to. She was impulsive, not completely stupid.

She did know she wouldn’t be able to survive a one-on-one fight though, but she wasn’t going to glance at anything around the room to make her plan to escape as soon as she had an opening obvious. 

That would also be stupid and Zero would probably whack her upside the head for it with a datapad. She’d keep eyes on the enemy, have internal scans look for an escape instead.

If she survived this, she was going to beg for an emergency teleporter.