Lover demands the wispy TCP stand down, addressing him firmly as “Rival”. Rival lingers, only backing up as Devil nods in agreement. Very well.
Whipp drops to the ground as he turns away, Lover slapping him on the back of the head as he does. Idiot, they’re trying to be diplomatic! Him rushing in and reacting like that’s gonna botch all of this shit, so stand down!
Rival sighs hard, crossing his arms. Fine. Let’s play nice and figure out what the hell is going on. Surely one of them could explain this…outburst, to him.
EASTWOOD: For fuck’s sake-!
EASTWOOD: Leave this to me.
VOIDSY: But-
EASTWOOD: You can’t do everything, Void.
EASTWOOD: Focus on your base!
VOIDSY: Right.
VOIDSY: Thanks, Eastwood.
EASTWOOD: No time for that shit, just go get to it.