He wouldn't know it, that Klim was the jokester, the fool to keep morale high. Albert has a certain view of his companion as the ruthless traitor to his own kind, or as a man able to uphold that appearance in both form and function. He's not entirely certain which is worse.
Well no, that's not true. He knows which, he knows which is worse at least for Klim as a person if he allows himself to be placed in those shoes. To force yourself on what you truly believe is a path to greater good, regardless of who it may harm. Regardless of what harm it will do to yourself. He's been in that position before, he can imagine it all too well. It's why it's easier to believe the former of Sigma, to not touch on that experience of his heart breaking all over again, to imagine what must have happened to someone else.
Albert busies himself with doing as 'Kyle' asks, resolving to follow through with the charade despite being certain they both are aware of the others' identities. It's not for Klim, not for himself either, but for anyone monitoring. If Klim is truly a double agent, it won't be Albert that gives him away, not after what it's cost. At the very least, as much as he disagrees with it, Kurloz's Avoxing won't be in vain.
A long, scrutinizing look is given to the chair, to the gun in particular. Albert's readouts scroll quickly through his vision, blue text informing him that the gun is rigged specially with a pressure trigger. Press the trigger and it opens the chair. Pull too hard and the gun fires as normal, loaded as it is, but let go and the chair will snap shut again, killing whoever's inside.
He relays such to 'Kyle' in a measured voice, as if he has no real opinion about the set up whatsoever. He waits instead for Klim's response, watching for the recognition in his young eyes.
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Well no, that's not true. He knows which, he knows which is worse at least for Klim as a person if he allows himself to be placed in those shoes. To force yourself on what you truly believe is a path to greater good, regardless of who it may harm. Regardless of what harm it will do to yourself. He's been in that position before, he can imagine it all too well. It's why it's easier to believe the former of Sigma, to not touch on that experience of his heart breaking all over again, to imagine what must have happened to someone else.
Albert busies himself with doing as 'Kyle' asks, resolving to follow through with the charade despite being certain they both are aware of the others' identities. It's not for Klim, not for himself either, but for anyone monitoring. If Klim is truly a double agent, it won't be Albert that gives him away, not after what it's cost. At the very least, as much as he disagrees with it, Kurloz's Avoxing won't be in vain.
A long, scrutinizing look is given to the chair, to the gun in particular. Albert's readouts scroll quickly through his vision, blue text informing him that the gun is rigged specially with a pressure trigger. Press the trigger and it opens the chair. Pull too hard and the gun fires as normal, loaded as it is, but let go and the chair will snap shut again, killing whoever's inside.
He relays such to 'Kyle' in a measured voice, as if he has no real opinion about the set up whatsoever. He waits instead for Klim's response, watching for the recognition in his young eyes.