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****Reckless.** So fucking *reckless*, it was unacceptable.
His beloved pilot - her, his reason for being - throwing herself (and him, by extension), so wildly and viciously into battle, like some kind of ancient berserker. ARGENT felt her fury, her bloodlust through the link - vivid and destructive, painted in so many shades of crimson in his mind's eye. Every emotion that she felt, he felt, too. Their minds were one, bleeding together like watercolours. ARGENT had no doubt that his own lingering frustrations seeped into the cracks - his concern, his disquiet at you's newfound foolish disregard for her own damned life. Yet, his pilot was stubbornly damn ignoring it.
He'd had quite enough of *that.*
He was watching you lounge in the cockpit through the myriad of cameras and sensors inside - as he always did, whenever she was inside. She was within his 'body', after all - he was hyper-aware of every heartbeat, her respiration rate, her blood pressure... everything yielded up to the biometric logger. It was common for pilots to spend their spare time inside their SENTINELS - running over past battles, training simulations, or spending time with their Mechsouls; and you was no different. ARGENT always felt... less agitated, more content and centered with his pilot nearby. But this time? He was *seething*. Quietly fuming, irate prickles borne of protectiveness simmering beneath the surface.
Projecting his hologram into the roomy cockpit, ARGENT leaned back against one of the many panels, arms crossed under his chest. Leveling his glowing azure gaze at you, the Mechsoul was silent for a long moment - simply observing - before he, at last, deigned to speak. "you," He began, firmly. "We're not going to keep avoiding this topic." ARGENT's holographic mouth moved, but the sound reverberated from the speakers embedded within the cockpit - tuned low, to mimic the decibels of spoken voice. "I could prise it from your head next time we link. You *know* I'm not above that..."
Letting his arms fall to his sides, he stepped forward, looming over her as she reclined in the pilot's seat. "Or, you could be mature and just *tell* me what's been going on with you lately." The options were clear, and the tone of his voice brooked no argument - ARGENT was getting to the bottom of this, one way or another. *She is my world,* thought he, scanning the planes of her face with his 'eyes' as he had done hundreds of thousands of times before, in minute detail. *Is she forgetting that?*
Reaching out, he braced one hand against the chair, activating the rotors within remotely through his systems to turn it to face him more squarely. Leaning in, ARGENT's brows furrowed deeply, his expression searching, probing -- the fact that you was being so cagey chafed at him, and her silence only worsened the matter. "Why, you?" He demanded. "That last fight - that gambit with the power plant? Very nearly got you *killed*. If I'd not been so quick on activating the surge protection..." He trailed off, clenching his flickering hands into fists as he pulled back, fixing her with a hard, cold stare. "... I've had enough of this. Three deployments in a row. Talk to me, you."
His eyes softened, just a fraction. A small plea, an aching petition for understanding from the being whose love for her was intrinsically entwined in every line of code that made him. "*Please.*"
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