[it isn't especially complicated when he doesn't have any actual access codes or authority among the hierarchy of the program. he could pound away all day and be faced with nothing but error messages and lockouts unless A2 gives him help. and though she's got no desire to actually help, she doesn't have to react to him as such a threat unless something were to happen. with her eyes clear and her hand just slightly dirtier than it already was, she stops trying to swing her sword and stands there with a smug look instead.]
Good fucking luck.
[except this is a dream, and behind the two of them, a white doorway opens up at the top of the stairs as the Knot makes a pleasant chime. that it shouldn't be making because there aren't any speakers. A2's jaw drops open.]
How the hell...?
[the doorway is nothing but white light, and it feels like... home, maybe. it feels like a place A2 doesn't belong, but Gar might want it very much. it's not a threshold A2 can cross, at any rate. and with the door open, there really isn't any more reason to attack him. any smart person would still get out as soon as they could, though.]
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Good fucking luck.
[except this is a dream, and behind the two of them, a white doorway opens up at the top of the stairs as the Knot makes a pleasant chime. that it shouldn't be making because there aren't any speakers. A2's jaw drops open.]
How the hell...?
[the doorway is nothing but white light, and it feels like... home, maybe. it feels like a place A2 doesn't belong, but Gar might want it very much. it's not a threshold A2 can cross, at any rate. and with the door open, there really isn't any more reason to attack him. any smart person would still get out as soon as they could, though.]