A
tall, thin creature seems to slither up beside Roy, smiling like they're old friends. He's dressed in a large beggar's cloak, patchy and thin.
"If you mean your meat-suit, friend, I would agree with you," He says, with a tinny Latin accent.
"Though the thing inside is still alive and well. So who is to say you are dead?" The ragged cyborg smiles again.
"Just how lost are you?"