It was that statement that made Syn start to worry that perhaps Ikon could be right. The man was a lunatic sometimes, always ranting that one day something was going to come along that was going to hit them all and fuck them in the ass for real. It never had. Nothing like that had ever happened, as far as he knew, but what if...
He didn't have a chance to give it much thought before the other man rolled over to relieve his stomach of any contents it may have held. That was... grotesque. Syn made a face and then glanced anxiously off in the direction of the infirmary. He didn't see anyone. Damn, maybe he should have gone after someone. He could have just flown there. But Ikon would have just stood there and probably poked the guy with his foot or something. He had no bedside manner, not that Syn was an expert but at least he made an effort.