Mosscap placed its free hand on Dex’s shoulder. “I appreciate the intent. I really do. But if you don’t want to infringe upon my agency, let me have agency. I want to carry the tank.” Dex put up their hands. “Fine,” they said. “Fine. Carry the tank.” “I don’t need your permission either way.” Dex stammered. “No, I meant—” One of Mosscap’s eyes quickly switched off, then on again. A wink. “I’m teasing.”
