"Thank you, and don't want to talk about it. Wanna come with me? See if having someone with me will help keep me out of trouble."<br/><br/><em>I don't want to talk about it. Not now, probably not ever. And I don't care if it is upsetting, unnerving, or just disquieting to everyone else. All I will say is that it was a major blow and a huge set back that I didn't even know about before I had already lost.</em><br/><br/>He turned from the lab, and summoned a few items from his personal lab, including an energy SMG, a new model of it, containing nearly seven hundred shots, the energy clip and weapon were wrapped around the forearm, which made being disarmed a good deal more difficult, but snapping the users arm much easier. It was also collapsible, and was in its collapsed form when he put it on, looking like a somewhat bulky bracer, though the energy pack also had spots for wands to be stored. He arrived at the exit and entrance chamber, added on where the door had been, and paused as he realized a shadow stalker was standing on the platform, waiting for them. It was a line warrior, but its exterior armor had been modified, no longer looking like a mobile suit of armor, but now like a skeleton made of jet black metal. It saluted him, arm across its upper chest to slam the side of its hand against its shoulder. "Death Squad, unit 07 squad B, reporting for escort duty, sir."