He won't. He sees the upper half of it fly off in the air, and it's enough movement that he's already retreating as the weapons start falling. As he jerks away, he brings his shield up so that even if a weapon gets close to him, it'll bounce off the shiny air he's holding up around himself.
He stays tense for a few moments, watching the mess of the doll warily. Half of him expects it to rise up, and he spends almost a full minute in silence. It's only once he's sure of what happened that he stands up straighter, looking down at the mess of his spear.
He dismisses it sharply, sighing softly and turning to eye the camera that's been watching him this whole time. He hates it, but he knows Eight probably did it for a reason, and he slowly approaches it. He bends down to it, looking into the screen for a moment.
He takes a breath, meeting the camera's eye and saying calmly, "We're still here to help." He pauses after that, glancing off to the side. Is that enough? Should he try to say more? He shakes his head slightly, straightening up again and turning to leave the station.
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He stays tense for a few moments, watching the mess of the doll warily. Half of him expects it to rise up, and he spends almost a full minute in silence. It's only once he's sure of what happened that he stands up straighter, looking down at the mess of his spear.
He dismisses it sharply, sighing softly and turning to eye the camera that's been watching him this whole time. He hates it, but he knows Eight probably did it for a reason, and he slowly approaches it. He bends down to it, looking into the screen for a moment.
He takes a breath, meeting the camera's eye and saying calmly, "We're still here to help." He pauses after that, glancing off to the side. Is that enough? Should he try to say more? He shakes his head slightly, straightening up again and turning to leave the station.