You do hope there’s a way back when you get there, otherwise you’re going to be stuck.
You don’t think about that at the moment. You’ve just chewed out Eridan, called him out on most of the toxic behaviors, stamped out your relationship with him, and called him a monster. When was the last time you were that angry? You think it was a build-up, honestly. You’re done taking people’s shit, you’re livid.
So, when you arrive at the coordinates Kankri provided you, you’re sparking in true Captor fashion, psionics bleeding from the edges of your cybernetic eyes, dancing between your horns like a Jacob’s ladder. You look dangerous, if nothing else. And, technically, you are. Your compromised gaze sweeps over the parking lot.
“Where are you,” you ask him. You wonder if he knows he picked a fight with a blind man.