[He doesn't know Shepard, doesn't have any idea who Shep would be, but he knows what It does to things that are mechanical, and that doesn't bode well. His jaw clenches briefly, a muscle there twitching once. It's not really his problem. It's not really something he can do anything about. It wouldn't - there's nothing he can do about it now. The twinge of guilt has more to do with his ability to accept that move on than it does the incident itself, vague as it is.]
[Maybe that's why. Because, in its vagueness, it's easy to process.]
Makes sense. It plays havoc on that kind of thing.
[What are brains, but electrical synapses firing off into one another? It's true that if It did show up, he wouldn't have much way of being able to tell, except by the most obvious and reliable ways: his own brain, as a gauge of what kind of currents might be getting thrown off-kilter.]
[That's about all he can hope for, really. That's the only metric he has.]
no subject
[Maybe that's why. Because, in its vagueness, it's easy to process.]
Makes sense. It plays havoc on that kind of thing.
[What are brains, but electrical synapses firing off into one another? It's true that if It did show up, he wouldn't have much way of being able to tell, except by the most obvious and reliable ways: his own brain, as a gauge of what kind of currents might be getting thrown off-kilter.]
[That's about all he can hope for, really. That's the only metric he has.]