Merrick…
You have served your purpose.
Do not follow me.
Farewell.
You expect me to buy that?
Proxima
(groans)
Where… am I?
I have extracted the projectile.
But the bleeding has not ceased.
That sounds… bad.
I will continue. Alone.
And I will kill the Hexapod.
Well, I’m not missin’ that.
Do not make me re-injure you.
You wouldn’t dare.
You previously stated: I owe you.
Now my debt to you is repaid.
A life for a life.
A fair exchange… for all your help.
Wait… what?
(grunts) Are you drainin’ me?
The opposite.
The growth is… germinating.
It must be close.
Where are you hiding?
(a roar echoes out)
Where are you hiding?
(skittering in the distance)
It is unfair, what has been done to you.
But containment must be enforced.
Almost there... Stay with me, Proxima.
I am… severely injured.
Can’t you just stick that… probe in me again?
You know… use my blood or somethin’?
I can… try.
But it is damaged.
(sigh)
Tell me… what do your kin do with their dead?
There’s not really much to tell.
Where I am from… my grafted armor would be reclaimed.
Memories extracted.
For my future kin.
Well, you’re not gonna die
Because you still owe me.
I am… sorry, Merrick.
You made a bad “deal.”
I still want… to know…
Your dead… what becomes of them?
My weapon. You have it.
(scoffs) Your weapon?
You mean my Thunder Spitter?
Return it to me. Or I will seize it.
Go ahead.
Try and take it.
Oh… come on.
What happened?
Stray shot…
... nicked me.That’s all.
You're bleeding.
You will not survive if we continue.
Well, at least you got your weapon.
You are ungrafted.
Hypothetically… say we don’t find your weapon?
You said you would find it.
I know, but if we didn’t… for some reason.
What would you do?
I would continue.
Even if success is unlikely.
And if you die?
There are... contingencies.
Right.
You have my weapon.
I am retrieving it.