[Asher is suffering from the disorientation of waking up in another place entirely from when he'd passed out--again, he could only hope this would be the last time--when a hand falls upon his arm, tugging at him roughly. Not just his arm, he realizes in the split second it takes his mind to catch up. His machine arm, the ghastly construct that was fused to his body by a massive Vex mind, its giant red eye watching impassively as its long, pointed fingers tore him apart, wed biocircuitry with flesh and blood--

--The Awoken man hisses and snaps his arm away from... whoever it is that has the thoughtless gall to touch him, tucking the limb protectively against his body. Its digits twitch erratically, as if fighting for some control even now, and his glowing blue eyes regard Seoya from the darkness, filled with alarm and defensiveness.] Don't touch me!! I have not even had a second to postulate how I have found myself here, and here putting your grubby fingers on me, tugging me about! Can a mind not have some peace in which to work?!