This is not a game, Smokescreen.
If you can get it removed again, do it now. If you ever touch it again…
…Just take care of this.
I know it’s not- I just- look, I didn’t know, and why would Airachnid even have that stuff?
I am, I am… I thought you liked it when this kinda thing happened, though. Normally, you’d make me hit myself and slag and take advantage of it somehow. I mean- I don’t mind that you aren’t! But it’s weird.
Before it was a way of reminding you of your place, of punishing you for making the same mistake I did.
And then… You were free of it! As if you had never made that choice at all!



