Re: Loki/Mobius
“I’m okay.” Lie. Loki was lying in a puddle of his own blood. It seeped out of his side and pooled in the dirt between them. It was coming out faster now that before. Did robots have arteries? If so, he must have nicked one. He was bleeding quicker than the dirt could absorb it. That probably wasn’t a good sign.
Nor was the fact that he was seeing double and that everything had a cloudy edge to it.
His lips parted to say something, but then he decided not to. It wouldn’t make a difference anyway. This wasn’t his Mobius. He wasn’t his Loki. There was no point in telling him things that had no consequence anymore.
“It’ll be over soon. You won’t feel anything. You’ll wake up in bed. For most people it’s nice.”