"Is it weird that I'd rather see people explode and find out it ain't real, get weird fucking Words and gunfire everywhere, than have people get a look inside my head?" the Sergeant asks, mostly rhetorically. He gives a little shiver, the plates in the metal arm recalibrating with a low-level buzz. "Think I'd be one of those people sleepin' on my gravestone. Nobody needs to fuckin' see that."