[Dio is getting a faint stress headache building in the front of his skull as he runs without looking back to see just what Seven means by his phone. How many does he have, can he need? As the light fades, Dio finds himself looking up at the looming angel who still has a suspiciously relatable color scheme.
They're a lot like the bosses I had in the intelligence agency I worked for--
The surface of the space station is smooth, so Dio can't trip over anything. He's still pushing his legs forward a few more labored paces as the defense seeps out of his bones, and then the lightning strikes him in the back; Dio falls face-first, his entire body pressing against the ground, painful where the hard material of the phone presses against his pounding heart. The silvery metal surface reflects his own "borrowed" face, and Dio thinks "I'd rather see something else", in the moment before a black void becomes the only thing in his vision.]
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[Dio is getting a faint stress headache building in the front of his skull as he runs without looking back to see just what Seven means by his phone. How many does he have, can he need? As the light fades, Dio finds himself looking up at the looming angel who still has a suspiciously relatable color scheme.
They're a lot like the bosses I had in the intelligence agency I worked for--
The surface of the space station is smooth, so Dio can't trip over anything. He's still pushing his legs forward a few more labored paces as the defense seeps out of his bones, and then the lightning strikes him in the back; Dio falls face-first, his entire body pressing against the ground, painful where the hard material of the phone presses against his pounding heart. The silvery metal surface reflects his own "borrowed" face, and Dio thinks "I'd rather see something else", in the moment before a black void becomes the only thing in his vision.]