[Incredibly.] He steps closer, looking over the city beneath them. [Letting go of your humanity to serve the greater good is noble, I suppose–frankly, it’s all bullshit to me.]
“I’d like to say the same, but sometimes sacrifices have to be made.” She stared at the guy in armor, being lightly impressed at how futuristic it looked. “But really, in the end the world did become a better place, at a cost.”
[The cost would’ve been lessened, had Hargreave bothered to keep the “human” in post-human.] Alcatraz snorts derisively, not seeming to care about the staring. The visor turns her way, the blank red glow feeling rather like it went through her. [But what do I know? I’m a dead jarhead in some fancy high-tech thing barely understood by its creators.]
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