[ kovacs' throat goes dry as the messages suddenly scramble further, a sign that something's wrong, that the newt that was there isn't anymore, that he might— ]
Newt! [ he calls out loud this time, his posture where he'd been stationed in front of the door going uneasy as he turns on his heel, opening the door and charging in.
whatever chaos had been present through his thoughts, sounds of a fight, of torture, it doesn't showcase itself in reality. when kovacs steps into the room, the body of newton geiszler seems calm, the look upon his face seemingly calculating,as if nothing had happened at all, as if kovacs had imagined it.
he knows he hadn't, jaw clenching tight. he's not going to ask; why bother when he knows that anything out of that mouth right now will only be a lie? what they need to do is get that thing out of that body. they won't be able to get the real newt back until they do. ]
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Newt! [ he calls out loud this time, his posture where he'd been stationed in front of the door going uneasy as he turns on his heel, opening the door and charging in.
whatever chaos had been present through his thoughts, sounds of a fight, of torture, it doesn't showcase itself in reality. when kovacs steps into the room, the body of newton geiszler seems calm, the look upon his face seemingly calculating,as if nothing had happened at all, as if kovacs had imagined it.
he knows he hadn't, jaw clenching tight. he's not going to ask; why bother when he knows that anything out of that mouth right now will only be a lie? what they need to do is get that thing out of that body. they won't be able to get the real newt back until they do. ]