"But I won't be disappearing any time soon, my will, my memory will live on here." He says a deep resolve blooming in the cold robotic voice emitting out of the speaker.
"Here I thought I would never see you again but I was proven wrong. I'm going to gamble just like you did getting here. Seeing you breach into this place inspired me." He says, struggling with the surreal moment with a laugh foreign to himself at this point. Making his decision at that very moment.
The dense clear fluid of his vat-like prison starts to cloud with drops of crimson. His resolve starts to burn brighter than any pain he has gone through so far. Taking his right index finger he places the digit against the cold edge of the metallic plate covering his left pec. Pushing down into the cold edge, his left arm guides the metal into severing through flesh, bone and tendon until his index finger comes free.
