[In spite of the circumstances, Barnaby's expression brightens. She might as well have told him Christmas has come early, the danger temporarily forgotten.]
An AI? But that's-- incredible!
[He thinks back to his parents' research, which had been nowhere near this advanced, and even the strides Ouroboros were able to make after they stole it weren't able to produce much more than killing machines. And yet here she is, the polar opposite of what they made, offering herself up to help them.
He has so many things he wants to ask her, but that sinking, ill feeling in his stomach as the poison progresses reminds him it will have to wait. He glances to Emet-Selch.]
We can't hurt her. Let's think of another way out of here. [He turns to the roots, sizing them up as if looking for a weak point. Attacking the tree might make things worse, however, given how determined it is to make them choose... What else can they do?]
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An AI? But that's-- incredible!
[He thinks back to his parents' research, which had been nowhere near this advanced, and even the strides Ouroboros were able to make after they stole it weren't able to produce much more than killing machines. And yet here she is, the polar opposite of what they made, offering herself up to help them.
He has so many things he wants to ask her, but that sinking, ill feeling in his stomach as the poison progresses reminds him it will have to wait. He glances to Emet-Selch.]
We can't hurt her. Let's think of another way out of here. [He turns to the roots, sizing them up as if looking for a weak point. Attacking the tree might make things worse, however, given how determined it is to make them choose... What else can they do?]