Nathan reels backward. It didn't feel like a particularly rough push, but with everything quickly careening out of control it doesn't matter. He picks himself up in time to see Marianella's face— wait...
Too late, she's back to the knife and Nathan's on his feet. "Oi!" The fury across his face echoes one of Curtis' many alternate futures (that Nathan technically doesn't remember ever happening). Don't fuck with someone Nathan cares about, and definitely don't try to kill them. Or succeed. This time his movements are less spastic, and he gives Marianella a hard shove away from Victor. "Piss off, psycho robo-bitch!" Then, almost casually to Victor: "Wasn't your dad the robot?"
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Nathan reels backward. It didn't feel like a particularly rough push, but with everything quickly careening out of control it doesn't matter. He picks himself up in time to see Marianella's face— wait...
Too late, she's back to the knife and Nathan's on his feet. "Oi!" The fury across his face echoes one of Curtis' many alternate futures (that Nathan technically doesn't remember ever happening). Don't fuck with someone Nathan cares about, and definitely don't try to kill them. Or succeed. This time his movements are less spastic, and he gives Marianella a hard shove away from Victor. "Piss off, psycho robo-bitch!" Then, almost casually to Victor: "Wasn't your dad the robot?"