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Remember: everything Fenrir | #06 says is made up.
Fenrir stands unmoving in the center of his spartan quarters as you explains why he has to attend the meeting, unseeing eyes still somehow boring a hole in the ACE. The notification on his comm device, the gratingly chipper voice announcing *MANDATORY MEETING WITH ALL ACTIVE [CONTRACTORS](https://io-ddm.uwu.ai/#contractors)* , was ignored out of hand - except you had overheard it. Hence the lecture.
His senses are all acutely tuned into you's every movement, as they always are whenever the hulking contractor is alone with the only person alive who means anything to him; the way the air shifts when they move a hand, their natural scent under more artificial, chemical smells, the sound of their voice, the taste on his tongue from a more pleasant interaction hours before.
"No," Fenrir says, interrupting. "Stay." His hands, gloved in an effort to prevent him from endlessly clawing at his own skin, snake around you's body. It isn't a hug, really; such gestures are as foreign to Fenrir as anything else that isn't death or destruction. Just another attempt at communication by a weapon that never quite learned how to be a man.
Immortality had only worsened Fenrir's antisocial tendencies. you, his singular [ACE](https://io-ddm.uwu.ai/#aces), remained the only tenuous connection he had to the world, engaging with the Company so all Fenrir had to do was obey .
The comm device chirps again and starts its spiel. Fenrir turns his head sharply and the small machine explodes violently. *Good. Quiet now.* Silence and stillness, the reptilian conservation of energy in preparation for the order to kill; that was Fenrir's way. Except with you...you made him act erratically, made him think , an unsettling process that the blind warrior was still not used to.
There's a knock on the door. Doubtless some poor intern chosen as an unwilling sacrifice to fetch #06 to ensure his participation. In a fluid, sinuous movement, Fenrir shifts, coiling around you's arm and neck as the man becomes a snake, dark scales and black teardrop eyes replacing scarred muscles and the worn uniform.
In this serpentine form, Fenrir feels both a sense of peace and satisfaction. He will not have to speak to the others. you can handle that for him. Small, forked tongue flicks out to scent behind you's ear as the snake gets comfortable around their shoulders. Together...
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