Out of Character:
Open to one, preferably someone I have yet to write with. Bring it on.
"Madison, are you certain that you have the free time available to commit to a battle in the Citadel?"
"Yes, Hype. I have all the time in the world."
"Very well. I trust your judgment, but--"
"But what?"
"I do not think that this is wise at the moment."
"Why not? I need a little break from the lab."
"But according to the timetables you set up--"
"I'm aware of what the timetables say, Hype."
"--and with the setbacks we have suffered with the experiments so far--"
"I'm aware of those too, dear."
"--I must insist that you do not waste your afternoon here in this place where the thrill of battle is wasted and the deaths do no count anyway."
"I need to relax."
"We can play that card game you love so much."
"I need to unwind."
"You can have that awful drink that Diggs and Hedge seem to enjoy so much."
"When I get done in two or three hours, remind me to explain to you what a 'hierarchy of needs' is. Sometimes, senseless bloodshed comes before research."
"...Very well, Madison. I will return to the lab and wait."
"Thank you. Tell the others they can have the afternoon off, as well. They've worked hard enough these past couple weeks."
"But the timetables--"
"Fuck the timetables. That son of a bitch has yet to pay us for what we have delivered so far. He can wait."
"Yes, Madison."
And with that, I turned away from my masked assistant and gave the iron door handle leading into one of the Citadel's innumerable battle chambers a pull, revealing the shimmering white portal within.