Say it. [ Stalking over and snarling is not the smartest thing to do- but it's all he's got. Push it till one of them gives and right now? He's not gonna fucking give for anything. ] Just-

[ Well, he'd push the point but damn if that's not a panic attack going on and shoving him into it right now is probably some kind of dick move. ]

I'm broken. You're broken. We can still do the job, we still have purpose- but being a fucking weapon isn't the purpose. We make our own and sure, we're gonna fuck up. [ He sets a hand on Locus' back. ] Breathe. I'm still pissed with you, but. Breathe.