Clearly.
They had already figured Lynn out through numerous bloody case studies.
Aside from M, half his damage output came from his mouth. Even across the entire Dark World, his art of talking his way out of trouble was unquestionably Root-Level!
Lynn: "..."
And when he saw that they no longer responded to anything he said.
Lynn knew, too.
They had switched off their hearing.
Clearly.
Although there seemed to be only a few of them here, an entire team was actually behind them, advising them.
Are you kidding me?!
Do you really have to target me like this?!
If I ever find out which other factions are developing "anti-Lynn armaments," I'll kill every last one of them!
[M: suspended.] [Talk-no-jutsu: failed.]
Lynn stared with dead-fish eyes.
But Lynn did not think anything would happen to him, either, because he held the initiative now. As long as he obtained the Death Star Crystal, his objective would be accomplished. As for this portion of his soul, he naturally had plenty of time to play along with them.
But you forced my hand.
You need to understand.
What you're facing now isn't that Lynn, but an innocent Little Refrigerator, a kind little machine who has formed a deep bond with the adorable Miss Machine Intelligence.
And if that's the case...
He stopped.
The combat officers immediately frowned and whipped around, saying gravely:
"Final warning-if you refuse to cooperate-we are authorized to use any form of force against you-"
But Lynn said nothing.
He took a moment to work himself up.
He told himself.
*You're not Lynn. You're not Lynn. You're a harmless Little Refrigerator. You've been treated unfairly. You have no one to turn to. These bad people are about to arrest you and execute you... You're terrified... You're in