[Carlisle watches as Qubit gets closer -- too close, then dangerously close -- but just as he has been right about so many things, so too is he right about this. The zombie, once frothing at the mouth and tearing himself apart to reach his prey, is now remarkably docile. He doesn't react when Qubit waves his hand in front of his face, and when he finally does move, it's away, using his ruined hands in a barely coordinated effort to push himself back into the shelving pinning him down, as though to hide there.
And that just about mirrors Carlisle's own reaction: he steps back stiffly, his glowing eyes affixed on the other undead, his brow knitted with trepidation.]
I... I was endangering you. Cisth, I- I didn't mean it. I didn't know, I- I didn't know. Why are they doing that?
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And that just about mirrors Carlisle's own reaction: he steps back stiffly, his glowing eyes affixed on the other undead, his brow knitted with trepidation.]
I... I was endangering you. Cisth, I- I didn't mean it. I didn't know, I- I didn't know. Why are they doing that?