Brainiac 5 stares through the glass, his eyes intent and fixed solely on Jaime's, ignoring the others around him.
"Why did it have to be this way?" he asks, and his voice is filled with all the pain that he hadn't felt in those final moments. The wound in his chest and side is ugly, the metal blackened and peeled back as if by giant hands to expose torn and damaged circuitry that crackles with dying energy.
"Why didn't you predict that they might have had a weapon there, that they might try and kill us all? You could plan to avoid your own death, so why not mine?"
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"Why did it have to be this way?" he asks, and his voice is filled with all the pain that he hadn't felt in those final moments. The wound in his chest and side is ugly, the metal blackened and peeled back as if by giant hands to expose torn and damaged circuitry that crackles with dying energy.
"Why didn't you predict that they might have had a weapon there, that they might try and kill us all? You could plan to avoid your own death, so why not mine?"