[ Although he experienced completely immersive VR simulations back in Lagunbiru, that possibility has yet to enter Maine's mind. He's too angry. Too confused. Too shaken by the sensation of his power ripping away conscious thought, only to return it an instant later. Subconsciously, he's desperate for some form of order and control; dragging answers out of this authority figure seems like a good place to start.
But then Drake steps into his line of sight. Tells him to come on, expression stern. Gives him another option. And while Maine is tempted to brush Drake aside and go back to his original plan, the surge of bloodlust and flicker of New Amsterdam have thrown him off balance.
So, after a tense moment, Maine gives Drake a stiff nod. Steps in the direction Drake indicated, never turning his back on the manager. ]
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But then Drake steps into his line of sight. Tells him to come on, expression stern. Gives him another option. And while Maine is tempted to brush Drake aside and go back to his original plan, the surge of bloodlust and flicker of New Amsterdam have thrown him off balance.
So, after a tense moment, Maine gives Drake a stiff nod. Steps in the direction Drake indicated, never turning his back on the manager. ]