[Jamison just... sighs. He wants to be angry and defensive. He wants to punch this thing away from him, to kick and fight, but--
... for some reason, he feels a little guilty about considering doing that.
He doesn't do it. He isn't sure why.
Instead, he closes that eye, lets the sound of the machine's voice drift over him. This is probably the most peaceful anyone's ever seen him-- he doesn't consider it an honor to be gifted to someone, though. It's more like he's surrendering.
Fine. The machine wins, just this once.
It better not make me regret this.
Out of an attempt at comfort more than anything, his prosthetic arm is thrown over the Omnic's side. He's just using it for a prop, though. Like a throw pillow or something. That's all.]
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Date: 2017-01-08 05:59 pm (UTC)... for some reason, he feels a little guilty about considering doing that.
He doesn't do it. He isn't sure why.
Instead, he closes that eye, lets the sound of the machine's voice drift over him. This is probably the most peaceful anyone's ever seen him-- he doesn't consider it an honor to be gifted to someone, though. It's more like he's surrendering.
Fine. The machine wins, just this once.
It better not make me regret this.
Out of an attempt at comfort more than anything, his prosthetic arm is thrown over the Omnic's side. He's just using it for a prop, though. Like a throw pillow or something. That's all.]