Isaac looked pensively at the dress. "That figures. Sorry, Prometheus. It looks like Clarice is going to have to wait a little longer while Dragon sets everything up."<br/><br/><br/>"Bah, today is just that kind of day." Prometheus muttered. "I'll help Bishop hold the..." the Magmortar morph started to say, but looked over to his master to see he had a very strange expression on his face. "...Bishop?"<br/><br/><br/>Bishop looked at the dress, then Carrie's stomach, then Freya. "Freya, get up."<br/><br/><br/>Freya righted herself, her daze gone, a smile on her face. Prepping her claws. "Need something, boss?"<br/><br/><br/>Isaac's eyes went wide. "Bishop! Don't!"<br/><br/><br/>Bishop's eyes went glazed over, seriously considering giving the order.<br/><br/><br/>"It's fine, boss." Freya said reassuredly. "I'll make it nice and quick. No pain at all. Dragon's in the back, so this is the only chance you'll get."<br/><br/><br/>"Bishop, she's just a young girl." Isaac stated sternly. "We can have Dragon take over Nurse Joy's duties for now."<br/><br/><br/>Bishop remained there, wrestling with the moral dilemma, frozen in place. His mind was in a fragile state. Any words directed at him could bring him back, or send him over the edge.