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I can't turn it off, sorry. They're giving me your vitals.

I wasn't wearing armor. My chest is metal and whatever power's my eyes is back too.

[Well that's almost violating.] That's... useful I guess.

[SORRY.

Though for Kido the stats say Genos could take her in a fight.

Not that he wants to.]

Anyway, the managers don't have heartbeats. I'm not sure what that means. They could be robots, but there's also a possibility of vampires, zombies, and all matter of other things. The quickest and simplest way to figure out what they are exactly is to try to take one of them out. I'm fairly confident that I could fight anyone of them, but I don't know how many repairs I would need.

[Genos you're still mostly flesh.]

However, it would... probably make our situation worse.

[Not that he cares that much about himself, but my god does he care about Kido.]

[She knows that. She absolutely knows that. She's a damn stick.

She immediately scowls.] You'll get yourself killed doing that. I'm not going to let you be stupid.

[Sai... Makoto and Kido would be hurt if he died. Probably.

Why'd he have to go and form attachments? This is inconvenient.]

Has anybody died? Plenty of people have been fired but I haven't heard of anybody dying.

[Devastated if he died, actually. Absolutely destroyed. Want to see Kido fall apart? Get yourself hurt. There's a part of Kido that feels like Genos is all she has.]

There's been some close calls, but I don't think so. Don't sent the precedent.

Santiago said she didn't want to 'start over', whatever that might mean.

While it could possibly be dangerous, I think it's worthwhile if I do fight one of the managers. Yours in particular hasn't been good to a single person in your band. If they aren't, say, robots, then I certainly won't feel guilty about fighting Jin. She's been awful to you and your band. If any manager deserves to be hurt then it's her.

[It seems like her heart stops when he says that, then it races. She shakes her head.]

Don't be stupid. Lesedi already hates us. You can't kill one of our managers. She'll kill you.

[He really doesn't care about himself.

But he scowls as he notes her heartbeat. He can't do this then.]

Maybe you'd get a better manager.

Or maybe she'd end up killing me instead! [Yeah guess who cares about five hundred times less about her own life than Genos's. But she knows how it works. The longer time stretches on, the more she hates holding herself ransom...] You saw what they did to Tiger because of me!

[This is bad for the both of them. Their sliding scales of importance have their own lives at the bottom, and the other near the top.]

They were punishing him too. It wasn't all you.

And that's how I ended up blind, remember? [To hurt Tiger. To make him watch.] It's too dangerous. We'll figure it out some other way.

[He tsks, clearly frustrated.

How callous would it be to say that she has her eyesight back?]

What's your suggestion?

[Very. Especially considering it's still not fully back--her powers still make her blind.]

Find out everybody like them. All of them, and we'll figure it out from there.

All of the managers are, at least in Pride.

I haven't seen a Virgo manager.

Anybody else or just the managers?

All of the musician's I've met have heartbeats.

[Except for him.]

[She... doesn't know what to do. She wants to disappear and she has to fight her eyes, stop when she feels the warmth prickling behind them.]

Don't fight, Jin, Genos. I'll--I can spy on her. Don't fight her.

[Isn't that just as dangerous?

He sighs, wraps an arm around her shoulders and tugs her into a hug.

He hates this helplessness.]

[Absolutely not. The arm almost surprises her but she doesn't pull away.

The memory strikes like her like a truck. The blonde boy, the brother, the kid who accompanies all her happiest memories.

In her arms. His expression vacant, his eyes dull, a bullet wound through his forehead. She tenses with Genos's arms around her. She feels another piece of her world collapsing around her.]

Don't. Fight. Jin.

[He feels her tense up and just hugs her tighter. He's here. He's right here, he's not going anywhere for now.

That chest is definitely metal.

He makes no promises.]

[She kind of misses his familiar warmth and heartbeat but who is she to say that.]

... I think I need more than an afternoon.

[He can't undo this now.]

You've got me for the day.

[She nods. She's afraid to talk about what she saw. Afraid that saying it out loud will be bad luck on them both.

She's quiet as the taxi finally pulls over. Honestly, it's just enough that he's near her. But she nods to the door.]

Come on.

[He follows her out, quieter than usual.

There has to be something he can do.]

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