And somewhere in the static, after the credits roll, BT’s optics flicker.
And answers: Everything.
“Jack?”
And Jack? Jack is nobody. A rifleman. No neural link, no elite training. Just a man who didn’t run when the 6-4 would have understood if he did. He climbs inside BT’s chassis because staying still means losing the only thing that ever looked at him like he mattered. Titanfall 2