He’s not speaking.
He’s just raising his palm forward at us. I don’t think Moonslash is playing around at this point.
“I think we should settle all of this like rational adults,” I say. “Maybe it’s time to talk it out–”
“You think a piece of filth like you is going to thwart me, a Cybermancer, by going to the Data Farm? I BUILT the Data Farm. This place’s my flesh and blood.” He continues pointing menacingly at Karina and me, and our buddy DODF too I guess, who continues standing at the reception desk.