Zeb: Even after all we’ve been through… *sighs* You really think that I would be out to take the crystals again, brother?

BSC: You were controlled before… brother.

Zeb: You really don’t trust me.

BSC: *turns his back on Zeb* I was taught not to trust others who hide their face behind their armor. *quiet* Or is it true that the armor is your form?

Zeb: *takes his hand and stretches it out, dark armor slithers away to reveal his bad hand, the shadow peeling away from his form until it is Zeb — sitting in his dark pants and his sleeveless shirt* It was hard to keep the armor up with all this magelok interference, anyhow.