continued from here. || @the-good-doctors
A scoff and a snarl, both contorting features, crafting them into wolfish design. Khan never quite took kindly to orders, nor to ego that could easily match his own. He ought to do the man a favour and let him rot– there was no sentiment there– but that would not benefit either of them.
“Do not be a fool,” replied the augment, hooded features shadowing the pointed glare that befell his counterpart. He was certain it could be felt. The two were alike in that way. “I have more gain than you can possibly imagine.”
Whether or not that was true would not be elaborated upon. Khan slid down and began to remove the debris that trapped Aurik, lifting the heavy metals with little to no strain. He’d even tend to his wounds if the other would allow it, and offer the elixir of his blood to heal without scarring.
