Fiddleford makes the executive decision to take Marco's hands in his. It's okay.
Well. He doesn't know exactly if it's all okay, but he doesn't want this to be something that puts a wall between them. He knows Marco isn't exactly enthusiastically on board with what he was planning. That's okay.
"I used a code Dr. Liewen gave me to sort of... hack into him. I can show it to you later. I have it written down. That let me get into his coding and pull out the Fog's power. I tried to contain it and, ah, it -- it got out."
He should have asked Marco how he kept it contained at all when he stole a bit of it, but he has a sneaking suspicion that might have been a little more involved than Marco wanted to be.
"But either way it's out of him. And it'll find it's way back to her, I have to imagine, if she hasn't already scooped it up."
He doesn't remember how they did it with the Fog God all that well anymore; he hadn't been directly involved with that part of it. He just provided a distraction that went terribly wrong first, and then used the stolen power (in a way that also ultimately went wrong but he feels less personally responsible for the worst of it) later. Was it that easy with her, too? They stole... a fire, wasn't it? Just snatched it up and ran off with it.
Just snatched up some lines of code and let it run off.
"What now?"
His fingers curl around Fiddleford's hands. At least, the ones in his organic hand do. The other one seems to be having some trouble.
Hm. Odd. He'll have to take a look at that later; Marco's hand has always been well-maintained but maybe it could use some oil or a tune-up. The really important thing is that Marco isn't pulling away from him. Marco still wants to be here, with him.
"I... don't know. If it had stayed contained there would have been some down time to decide how best to proceed." He thought it would work better putting it into a lightsaber. He'd hoped the inherent human element, what with Obi-Wan's affinity for his weapon, might help. Clearly not.
"I'd like to try and check on Elias, but it's not like I'm welcome in the Arcade."
Lord, that's the obvious thing to do, isn't it? It probably would have occurred to Marco eventually, but still... Maybe he just wasn't expecting Fiddleford to say it. For now, he'd rather not reflect on why he wasn't expecting Fiddleford to say it.
"In and out, right? I-- I'll probably have to tell him what happened right away. I hope you understand. He's bound to ask."
He pulls his hands away to search his pockets-- his eyes narrow. There's something off about his prosthetic, but at least his other hand manages to find his card.
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Well. He doesn't know exactly if it's all okay, but he doesn't want this to be something that puts a wall between them. He knows Marco isn't exactly enthusiastically on board with what he was planning. That's okay.
"I used a code Dr. Liewen gave me to sort of... hack into him. I can show it to you later. I have it written down. That let me get into his coding and pull out the Fog's power. I tried to contain it and, ah, it -- it got out."
He should have asked Marco how he kept it contained at all when he stole a bit of it, but he has a sneaking suspicion that might have been a little more involved than Marco wanted to be.
"But either way it's out of him. And it'll find it's way back to her, I have to imagine, if she hasn't already scooped it up."
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He doesn't remember how they did it with the Fog God all that well anymore; he hadn't been directly involved with that part of it. He just provided a distraction that went terribly wrong first, and then used the stolen power (in a way that also ultimately went wrong but he feels less personally responsible for the worst of it) later. Was it that easy with her, too? They stole... a fire, wasn't it? Just snatched it up and ran off with it.
Just snatched up some lines of code and let it run off.
"What now?"
His fingers curl around Fiddleford's hands. At least, the ones in his organic hand do. The other one seems to be having some trouble.
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"I... don't know. If it had stayed contained there would have been some down time to decide how best to proceed." He thought it would work better putting it into a lightsaber. He'd hoped the inherent human element, what with Obi-Wan's affinity for his weapon, might help. Clearly not.
"I'd like to try and check on Elias, but it's not like I'm welcome in the Arcade."
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Lord, that's the obvious thing to do, isn't it? It probably would have occurred to Marco eventually, but still... Maybe he just wasn't expecting Fiddleford to say it. For now, he'd rather not reflect on why he wasn't expecting Fiddleford to say it.
"In and out, right? I-- I'll probably have to tell him what happened right away. I hope you understand. He's bound to ask."
He pulls his hands away to search his pockets-- his eyes narrow. There's something off about his prosthetic, but at least his other hand manages to find his card.