Of course. The Electrode serve as a decent security system.
[It's difficult to tell if that's sarcasm or not since there is an edge to Archer's voice, but it's not as easy to tell if he's genuinely being sarcastic anymore. He moves to rake his left hand back through his hair, pauses before he can do it, and switches hands. He waited for Kimblee patiently enough, but he did find a mirror in the room and he's staring rather intently at that, frowning.
While Archer might have had some qualms about his appearance before the automail, he had generally been fine with how he looked. Yes, he was touchy about the dents, and yes, he did get a bit offended when people called him busted, but who didn't? The automail mimicked his features nearly perfectly, but it was more of a mockery than anything else. It was clear the automail creators had tried their best to keep things simplistic, but did they have to shove a bolt into the dent? Someone hated him, that was the only thing he could think.]
I hate this.
[The remark is abrupt and unprompted and for a moment, Archer doesn't follow that up with anything.]
I've never given much thought to my humanity. I would have traded that away in a heartbeat before this happened. I would have done anything to become stronger. I thought I would have given anything to become this.
[He gestures to himself with his human hand, the automail one clenching in frustration. He still doesn't turn to look at Kimblee.]
I was wrong. I've never been more wrong in my life. The power is nice, yes, and I do enjoy how much of a threat I am now, but that's all I am: a threat. I'm not a person anymore.
[He laughs, the sound sharp and grating against the underlying mechanical tone in his voice.]
I got exactly what I wanted. They turned me into a gun. I'm the perfect human weapon, at least, as perfect as I can be without alchemy. Isn't that amusing? I'm perfect!
[He laughs again the sound getting into crazy-laughter territory. He suddenly lashes out, slamming the automail hand hard into the mirror, shattering it.]
Perfect! What do they know about perfection!? I was better off before this happened! I wasn't perfect but I wasn't... I wasn't this! This... abomination!
[It seems like this has been building for awhile and he's only now able to let himself fully realize how angry he is with all of this.]
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[It's difficult to tell if that's sarcasm or not since there is an edge to Archer's voice, but it's not as easy to tell if he's genuinely being sarcastic anymore. He moves to rake his left hand back through his hair, pauses before he can do it, and switches hands. He waited for Kimblee patiently enough, but he did find a mirror in the room and he's staring rather intently at that, frowning.
While Archer might have had some qualms about his appearance before the automail, he had generally been fine with how he looked. Yes, he was touchy about the dents, and yes, he did get a bit offended when people called him busted, but who didn't? The automail mimicked his features nearly perfectly, but it was more of a mockery than anything else. It was clear the automail creators had tried their best to keep things simplistic, but did they have to shove a bolt into the dent? Someone hated him, that was the only thing he could think.]
I hate this.
[The remark is abrupt and unprompted and for a moment, Archer doesn't follow that up with anything.]
I've never given much thought to my humanity. I would have traded that away in a heartbeat before this happened. I would have done anything to become stronger. I thought I would have given anything to become this.
[He gestures to himself with his human hand, the automail one clenching in frustration. He still doesn't turn to look at Kimblee.]
I was wrong. I've never been more wrong in my life. The power is nice, yes, and I do enjoy how much of a threat I am now, but that's all I am: a threat. I'm not a person anymore.
[He laughs, the sound sharp and grating against the underlying mechanical tone in his voice.]
I got exactly what I wanted. They turned me into a gun. I'm the perfect human weapon, at least, as perfect as I can be without alchemy. Isn't that amusing? I'm perfect!
[He laughs again the sound getting into crazy-laughter territory. He suddenly lashes out, slamming the automail hand hard into the mirror, shattering it.]
Perfect! What do they know about perfection!? I was better off before this happened! I wasn't perfect but I wasn't... I wasn't this! This... abomination!
[It seems like this has been building for awhile and he's only now able to let himself fully realize how angry he is with all of this.]