[ not sure what makes him freeze more, to be honest. the way kosmo is reacting instantly puts him on edge, hand twitching at his side, where his plasma blade sits, strapped to his leg. ]

How do you...[ that smile is so. deranged. it puts him further on edge, eyes shifting from him, to kosmo, to the bull, and then to the hole. ] So this mother earth determines what cattle you slaughter, rather than the one in charge?

[ he's trying to stay focused, but man. this voice in his head. these words. they're familiar. too familiar. where are they coming from?? he watches the man and the bull, glancing at the hole. ]

What's down there?