Dirge's wings lift a little behind him at the sound of that particular tone creeping back into his voice. So, even half starved and completely in the dark about his situation, Blackout still had the nerve to speak to him like that?

But of course he did. He didn't know any better yet, now did he?

"As I said, a very long time. Long enough for Magnum," he omits the 'lord' part, though he's never included it before, "to find some other brilliant processors to finish the project for him. Correctly, this time."

The teal clone's talons lace together, his shoulders shaking slightly. Considerable effort is being put forth to keep himself from ruining his next lovely information bomb. It must be positioned carefully and directly above the helicopter's spark for maximum impact.

"Magnum has gone home."

His shoulders shake a little more violently and the manic laughter crawling up his throat tickles like something fierce. No, not yet. One more thing first.

"Without you."