Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20161215223926/@comment-30488984-20170323215738

Karliel is too fixated on the machine to notice anything else in the room. The mixture of pain and fear is clouding his senses. "....okay", he says as he walks to the slab. He spares a glance at the group and his eyes widen in surprise as he sees multiple members with weapons drawn or making moves to prepare to do so. He makes a pleading face to anyone that can see him, shaking his head ever so slightly, knowing full well that nothing they carry would even scratch the terminator. '''These fools think they can fight this....thing? I hope it doesn't notice their 'subtle' movements or else its face may be the last thing we ever see'''.

Karliel's fear subsides as he gets onto the slab, figuring that he may die if he doesn't get good medical attention soon and that the machine did save Echo, so it isn't an enemy, at least not yet. "So who are you? Why have you helped us?"