He doesn't like how quiet the Sigma voice becomes. He likes how quiet he gets after even less. He's used to hauling bodies, trying to clear his beach, trying to use them as warnings, for painting, for staving off beasts, this thing and motherfucking that. He's not used to carrying along the living. He doesn't like how the longer he goes along the more it feels like he's doing the former.
Sigma moans and it just seems like the right time to speak.
"DON'T MOTHERFUCKING DIE," He commands. "Don't you make at all like to dare, brother. IF YOU UP AND GET UPON THAT NOW AFTER ALL THIS, MESSIAHS HAVE MERCY ON YOU, MOTHERFUCKER."
He keeps going, keeps trudging onward. The vines don't make things easy but at least no raptors or the like make it harder. Eventually his back starts to get an unpleasant ache but he figures by this time, they should be near enough, right?
"Let him know when all we're there. IF YOU GOT CONCIOUSNESS ENOUGH ALL TO DO SO. A tap should motherfucking suffice if he can't speak."
not... as much... as me (sigma you're a charm)
Sigma moans and it just seems like the right time to speak.
"DON'T MOTHERFUCKING DIE," He commands. "Don't you make at all like to dare, brother. IF YOU UP AND GET UPON THAT NOW AFTER ALL THIS, MESSIAHS HAVE MERCY ON YOU, MOTHERFUCKER."
He keeps going, keeps trudging onward. The vines don't make things easy but at least no raptors or the like make it harder. Eventually his back starts to get an unpleasant ache but he figures by this time, they should be near enough, right?
"Let him know when all we're there. IF YOU GOT CONCIOUSNESS ENOUGH ALL TO DO SO. A tap should motherfucking suffice if he can't speak."