(Main verse mig) Don't mind him, just casually dangling from the ceiling on a webline, hanging upside down as he addresses Mauga. "There's no way that body of yours is natural. I can tell, even without enhanced olfactory senses, that aside from your two hearts, you were someone's willing guinea pig for enhancements." It's an observation that strikes a specific cord with Miguel, a man who became a monster on accident, verses someone who willingly embraced. "Why do such a thing?
'Willing?'
He was never willing for what they did to him after scrapping him more than half dead off the singed grates after a hellfire mission went south. Explosions blasted in his ears from that day, the recoil of his gun rammed against his side with rounds of burst fire all the way until a sharp and sudden blast scorched and ended with a deafening ringing to his ears. Everything after that was as good as vague sensations of whirring machinery, the scent of something burning and bright lights disorienting an already blurred sight up until he crushed the neck of one of those damned scientists.
'Willing' wasn't the word he'd use when it came being an experiment with the dual hearts and cybernetic augmentations that very likely kept him alive but what's done is done and he's only been improving on himself since then. Hell, he may still yet have a bit of a grudge held towards them but he'd rather not spoil his mood with such volatile thoughts as a chortle exhaled.
Mauga looked at the guy dangling from a thin red line, reminding him a little too much of Widowmaker... if she was a guy. Honestly the tight suits were something of a pattern but then again he's only seen two of these spiders scuttling around.
" These muscles are as natural as they come, buddy. Now for the dual hearts and minor augmentations? Yeah, you got me there but I wouldn't say it was particularly my idea to get cut open for those crazy scientists to do their little experiment. "
" I'm just using what they decided to give me. "
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