[Simon mentally flinches, staring for a moment at the meat and the blood: no matter how many times he'd seen needler wounds, had them fixed forever in his memory, they never got any easier to look at.
Then he remembers, with a hysterical jolt, that he didn't have to worry about it this time. The chip wasn't working. Every time he reaches for it and it isn't there, he could feel a pulsing little ache. A building migraine. He hadn't had one in years but remembering how bad they had been in the first few months after the chip, he was already gritting his teeth.
He manages to roll to his feet, gun trained on Chilton. Jorah's not coming after him any time soon, so Chilton's the last problem to deal with. He'd prefer not to shoot Chilton and risk a corpse but moving him himself is out of the question when Simon's focus feels like it's slowly cracking in half.]'
Move.[Simon's not melodramatic enough to add "Or I will shoot you." It seems fairly implied. And just that one word seems to drive another spike into his head.]
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Then he remembers, with a hysterical jolt, that he didn't have to worry about it this time. The chip wasn't working. Every time he reaches for it and it isn't there, he could feel a pulsing little ache. A building migraine. He hadn't had one in years but remembering how bad they had been in the first few months after the chip, he was already gritting his teeth.
He manages to roll to his feet, gun trained on Chilton. Jorah's not coming after him any time soon, so Chilton's the last problem to deal with. He'd prefer not to shoot Chilton and risk a corpse but moving him himself is out of the question when Simon's focus feels like it's slowly cracking in half.]'
Move.[Simon's not melodramatic enough to add "Or I will shoot you." It seems fairly implied. And just that one word seems to drive another spike into his head.]