[Sergeant: "Acting all high and mighty, discriminating against us country folks, not even letting us through the door…"]
[Father: "I won't be going to the next life just yet, but if you're willing, there are a few folks here who'd like to chat with you, consider it a pilgrimage."]
[...]
The inbox was bustling, but Lille wasn't planning on letting "unrelated personnel" in just yet.
Click...
The Octopus Arm was somewhat stiff due to the high-intensity combat and Lille's less than proficient direct control.
Little Octopus was busy driving the Octopus Arm to do maintenance on Jack and V's prosthetics and simultaneously checking Da Mai's data in Cyberspace. All while watching Lille and sighing.
That expression was like saying, "Ah, big brother."
He stopped short of speaking.
Lille completely ignored the overly dramatic Little Octopus, sitting on a surgical chair with both hands on the armrests and manipulating the surgical instruments through a personal link.