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[propulsion]

"You have reached the life model decoy of Tony Stark."

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[arkitect]

Consider that something of a prerequisite to saying so.

[-well. 'Indirectly' might kind of ruin it, but.]

...the gods of my home function in a particular manner; the only way that one ceases to follow them is through death. Merely coming into contact with one of them can be enough to thoroughly bend a mortal to their will. So if by 'directly responsible' you mean acting entirely of my own volition, then no. I was not, but I am no longer held to that will now.

[propulsion]

Okay.

[ —again, but differently toned. The first one had been uneasy punctuation, and this one sighed out, somewhere overlapped with the last of what Emet-Selch has to say. Which is: some insane shit, but Tony is not unfamiliar with shit being insane. ]

I mean, good. That's great news, for us. I take it RoboCop back there might not be able to vouch for that possibility.

[arkitect]

[There's a faintly amused huff of a breath at the nickname-- he absolutely doesn't know a RoboCop, but look, he knows what a robot is (more or less). Close enough.

It definitely doesn't show in his voice when he speaks, though, back to seriousness.]

I very much doubt he would be. We do not share a world, he has only met others who do; it is possible he was told of tempering, but he would have no personal familiarity or confirmation.