Curate, connect, and discover
"No. You don't get it. It's all of them, Tumbler, every single one. You can't save me from this one, you just can't. I will not let you risk the lives of every brother on that list so you can feel like you still have control here! It doesn't matter what you do, there will always be someone out there to hurt me, and you, and every clone in the karking galaxy! What I need from you right now is to still be alive for me to come back to after, please."
The lingering tension from the fights is forgotten as reason and emotion clash in Bite's head. He is scared, but not for himself. He has seen what Tumbler will do for his vod'e, and he understands wanting to help, probably more than anyone, but he can't let him do this. Bite refuses to let Tumbler do something that could end up with vod'e blood spilt in his name, even if it means saying some things that might hurt.
"....You're not meant to look like that." || Bleeding Prompt!||
(@corrie-guard-tumbler)
"Not meant to look like what, Tumbler?"
Bite was in the barracks, just trying to fix up anything in urgent need of his attention after the latest round of Specialist Trooper VS Red Guard, a 'fun' game the chancellor's pets liked to pull any guard with additional training into.
It was only because of the injuries that the skanah aran had left him with that Bite was out of the majority of his blacks in the barracks for the first time since he arrived. He'd had absolutely no intention of showing anyone other than the other medics the complex pieces of metal that held together his right knee or left shoulder if he didn't have to. And now he has remembered why.
"If you've got an issue with the braces, take it up with the Kaminoans."