What Bloody Fun

[Corporal Light]

It took a lot of effort to suppress the smirk underneath his helmet. He should’ve seen that one coming. In fact, it was so obvious that the sheer fact it was made into a joke was enough to make him almost want to kill himself right then and there. The car was already irreparably stained with the blood all over his suit, so why not add some more to the mix?

He quickly decided against the idea.

“Nah, it’s okay. I get it.” After all, one could only take so much insanity before they had to start cracking jokes at everything they could think of to maintain what mental faculties they had left. He’d done his fair share of that on the Ishimura.

Nevertheless, he went silent again. His hand tightened around his Plasma Cutter. The last thing he wanted was things to go awry...