RedDwarf: But, it's kind of serious too. What happened to you was pretty screwed up.
RedDwarf: You wanna beef about it, that'd be your right.
SyndieCyborg: I think I might not.
WhiteDwarf hides a sigh of relief using ninja stealth.
SyndieCyborg: That was all really exhausting,
SyndieCyborg: I think I want to just figure out what my options are and live for a while.
RedDwarf: Yeah, I don't think I could get all that mad right now either.
WhiteDwarf: Not quite correct.
RedDwarf: Huh?
WhiteDwarf: Idle thoughts of no consequence.

RedDwarf: Options, though?
SyndieCyborg: Well, my loyalty implant burned me out of the Company.
RedDwarf: Yeah, guess it did. I don't think they'd take you back.
SyndieCyborg: Maybe. And there's not a lot of other options.
SyndieCyborg: And being on the other side of the law, you guys making sure I lived...
SyndieCyborg: I guess I have a bit of a different perspective?
RedDwarf: Thinking of joining up with us Egregorists?
SyndieCyborg: Uh... no, actually. I think you guys killing me still hurt, even with the stuff that happened after.
SyndieCyborg: Also I don't really believe in, uh, galactic economy brain-demon race war.
RedDwarf: You're free to be wrong, lotta folks are.

SyndieCyborg: But the Syndicate as a whole, I feel like maybe I might fit in somewhere.
SyndieCyborg: These Source guys have been really cool, maybe them. I'll figure something out.
RedDwarf: Sourcers, huh? They're alright.
WhiteDwarf: The robotic vessels they can acquire for you may not have the latest design aesthetics, but will not leave your body and mind cursed with hostile telemetrics, nor grant you nightmarish visions of optimized advertisement.
SyndieCyborg: I do like not having nightmarish visions.

SyndieCyborg : Look up on Wikipedia on who the sourcers are