(The Slayer is under Kreed’s tether in this scenario, which, in my headcanon/book means he’s slightly more primitive. This is also pre-betrayal coming from Kreed Makyr.)

Working with Kreed Makyr was like ice skating on already too thin ice. Sure,— the fatass (Kreed) had his used, his advices,,— his fading control on The Slayer, but he was still a totally suspicious dude. But it was up to Novik and Thira to make the decision’s.

That familiar whirring filled your ears,— coming from that familiarly glanced upon device planted in Flynn’s chest, although it’s usual red hue now replaced for a eye burning, bright yellow. Kreed’s tether,— the same device that kept making Flynn act up. Act,—.. more primitive. Like a shell of the same guy who just wanted his family back.

”Unf.”

He twitched out, those burning bright, yellow-ish white pupils burning,— unblinking, glaring into your presence as your swift hands worked to fix up a major error in his (now, removed) chestplate. It was like he could see into your damn soul, he could be very unsettling at times.