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"Nah. My wife may be crafty, but even she can't get on my yacht if I don't want her there. And yeah I'm a father. I look good for a man of my years right?" Kyle pauses to pose for the pair.

"Oh, well, if possible I want to pick up my kid. I'm a shitty dad but I'm not shit enough to just abandon my kid." Kyle says conversationally as he walks.

"Ah. Good. To both of those things. Uh... did I say anything about my personal life? Because... What I'm going to say next will sound kind of out of no where otherwise." Kyle starts walking as he speaks, apparently intent on exploring his new baby while he talks.

Kyle suddenly hops to his feet and pulls down the gauze around his mouth. He rubs the bandaged hole in his sternum tenderly. He looks around confused. "Fuck.... Did I say anything really embarrassing there?"

Kyle mostly cries as this goes on.

Kyle seems to take this as an affirmative and nods. Then he collapses to the ground with a sickening squishy sound from his gut wound.

"Then yer gonna not like me very much in a second." Kyle braces against the wall. "Love is a fucking lie, don't fall for it. People only..." It's around that point that everyone would probably stop listening. Choice bits they'd probably notice would be him talking about his daughter, ranting against big buissness, and talking about the many times his wife kept him from getting bad touched before they were married. Kyle then stops and looks the Knight in the eye. "You got all that or should I repeat it?"

Kyle apparently forgets about everything and trundles over to the hellfire knight. Which is frankly impressive given his state. "Ay kid, you want some advice?" He sways drunkenly.

Kyle blindly puts an arm around the shoulder of someone in reach as he gesticulates wildly to help his point. "No no, it's not that I can't change it. It's that any change I make isn't going to FUCKING help. It's just going to all go back to being shit where the ones with power shit all over the ones without. And even if you rise to a position like that, you're probably just going to be killed. Or you'll overdose on drugs. Maybe you'll be lucky and die in a drunk driving accident. But it all doesn't matter because everyone is a piece of shit out for themselves. Even, and I've met him so I know, Even God is an asshole. Hell, the one woman I've ever been with willing shot me in the back and left me for dead. EVERYONE is an ass so you might as well fuck 'em all over." Kyle lets go and falls to the floor on his back.

"Ah... Also, I can't see." He pauses a worrying amount of time as he stares into space. "Do you guys ever just... think about how everything you've ever done amounts to nothing and how you can tell you're going to be having a net negative on the world but it really doesn't matter because everything is shit so why try and change it? I do. A lot." The booze is clearly hitting Kyle now.

Kyle looks in Mar's general direction. Then he burps. "You got any more? This stuff is great!"

Kyle narrows his eyes. "That looks like paint thinner. Give it here." Kyle makes grabby motions. Away from the new woman on the team.

"... Not the first time I've been hit with a shotgun. That said it hurts worse than not getting shot with a shotgun." Kyle says, poking at the hole in him with a frown.

"To be fair we can do that last one right now. Watch." He turns and looks LOTUS in the screen. "Hey baby, how YOU doin'?" He pauses and turns to Visrii.

Kyle chugs the bottle. Then after a moment goes over and chugs the previously offered beer before going to sit down again. If he was being forced out of the driver's seat he might as well be drunk now.

Kyle seemed to have been calming down. Then Mar opened his mouth. "WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU I WAS DOING! YOU THINK IT'S FUCKING EASY TO DRIVE A CASTLE OUT OF A LITERAL METRIC FUCKTON OF ROCK!? WHY DON'T YOU TRY DRIVING THE NEXT BURIED CASTLE WE FIND AND SEE HOW QUICKLY YOU GET IT OUT AND MOVING!" Kyle quietly rants to himself about getting no respect for no god damn reason again.

"Who the fuck cares about dick jokes. Among all the other things you could say are bad and attribute to me, you seem to find a fucking dick joke the worst thing. I... I really think that this says more about you than it does me. Like, I could see why people would be pissed about the grenades if we weren't on the same team, or how I somehow didn't notice that the machine was still working and hurt me. But you're choosing to try and... make me angry? Guilt me? By saying that a dick joke to a ten year old is BAD."

Kyle pointedly ignores Visrii. Well, not quite, he subtlety gets even more pissed off looking at the silent threat. He also chews on the flower in a manner more fitting of making flour out of it rather than actually taking in nutrients from it.

Kyle glowers as he takes the flower. "... So do I smoke this, inject it, eat it..."

"What the fuck! I was driving just fine!" Unsurprisingly none of what has happened has made Kyle any less angry. Rather, he's looking rather pissed as he fiddles with his shotgun in the corner.

"YOU'RE A FUCKING GUT WOUND!" Kyle shouts, like a dick.

"Does no one here actually have a fucking phone? Seriously? We've got a fucking robot, demons, weird engineer dudes, and a guy in a mech or some shit... Hell WE'RE IN A MOVING TANK CASTLE THING! AND SOME HOW NOT A SINGE ONE OF YOU BROUGHT A PHONE!?" Kyle growls angrily as he continues maneuvering out of the rock and shit.

Kyle puts the castle into drive this time.

Kyle shrugs and continues to drive the vehicle.