"You don't have an implant, not like I do." Or cybernetics that will let Delta slip in quiet and cool as anything like Azucar- "But. Delta's getting used to being on his own, unattached to a human mind. If I go down and he doesn't go down with me...Man, he's better at asking this than I am."

At Locus' elbow, Delta rests a small hand against his arm, helmet tipped back to peer up into Locus' face. "I would prefer to remain with someone that knows what I am. That understands me- someone that knew Taylor."