Meowrails==> Disagree
Equius couldn't cling to any specific expression or emotion, his face was almost blank or perhaps molded into it's normal stern expression just for a lack of anything else to do.
He held his moirail over his shoulder as she thrashed and screamed at him like a wild animal and carried her down the hall
The pale quadrant wasn't the kindest. She knew all his weaknesses of course, and simply out of her own horror and fear for him she tried to use them to her advantage. But it didn't matter. He had made up his mind.
There was nothing else to say and this had to be done. However much he didn't want to do it. Truth be told, he was terrified, but his fear didn't have a paralysis.
He got to the specific room, the room without a vent big enough for her to crawl inside, and pushed her in, getting one last look at her tear stained face and bared teeth and wanting so badly to simply scoop her up against and fold, say he was sorry, head back downstairs to the lab and have a feelings jam.
But what good would that do anyone?
He closed the door and locked it, remaining outside it with his hand on the knob and his face bent, forcing himself to keep listening to it, feeling a little more of the best and most salvageable part of himself drain away with every word.
I'm sorry, he thought, but he didn't say it because he knew it wasn't his right to apologize yet. Maybe when he came back he could finally say sorry without that bitter taste in his mouth.
