Soldat knows what they'd do if this were Yondu's owners. They'd be pulling him away, they'd be shooting them, they'd be wreaking havoc. Kind of like what Yondu is trying to do, now. (Probably with less yelling, though.)
But even if it's not real it could still work. They still can't face it. They cover their face, shaking, hunching in on themselves while Yondu knocks monitors and the IV stand over, while the Chair lurks malevolently in the middle of it all. (I can't, I can't. I can't lose it all again. I promised. Hey. Hey, nobody's gonna-- I can't. I don't have everything back. I don't have Misty. I don't have my happiest memory. I can't lose it. I haven't written it all down again, I can't lose it again--)
There's still work to do, and Soldat can't do it. So the Asset takes over. There's one more shudder, and Soldat's high, panicked mental voice retreats to a dark, safe corner, and the Asset lifts its head. It glares at the Chair. "Let me," it says, voice flat.
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But even if it's not real it could still work. They still can't face it. They cover their face, shaking, hunching in on themselves while Yondu knocks monitors and the IV stand over, while the Chair lurks malevolently in the middle of it all. (I can't, I can't. I can't lose it all again. I promised. Hey. Hey, nobody's gonna-- I can't. I don't have everything back. I don't have Misty. I don't have my happiest memory. I can't lose it. I haven't written it all down again, I can't lose it again--)
There's still work to do, and Soldat can't do it. So the Asset takes over. There's one more shudder, and Soldat's high, panicked mental voice retreats to a dark, safe corner, and the Asset lifts its head. It glares at the Chair. "Let me," it says, voice flat.