Oh, like an entire group and all of them at once.
"Kyle… I-is this alright?"
Ollie leaned closer, whispering as if the crowd could hear them through Kyle's spiritual barrier. As if whispering would somehow reduce the absurdity unfolding below.
Kyle didn't answer right away. He didn't need to. His expression said it all.
No. It definitely wasn't.
Not when this—this—was probably what the Captain meant when he mentioned that the Marshal had "asked" about the mecha he received.
"Just follow as directed," that was Xavier's answer.
Very simple. Very logical. And apparently unhelpful.
So what was this?
"..."
A struggle.
An unexpected, slow-motion struggle to at least scratch the thing.
Back in the cockpit of a certain 90% baby that could not be named—for reasons of both fear and branding—Marshal Julian was experiencing something he had never experienced before.
An existential crisis.
"Everyone, seriously?!"
