Somewhat satisfied with Marc's answers for now, Sechs nodded with a gruff huff. He still couldn't relax, not when Marc was mentioning possible tanks to fight against. Just thinking about such a battle made his craving for action unbearable to ignore!

Yet such drool-inducing daydreaming was cut short by Marc's chiding. "Wah?!" Sechs bristled from the rebel leader's admonishing glance. "Oh c'mon! I'm going back to that institute tonight, you hear me?!" he growled. "Even if I have to get there on a pair of crutches--!"

Sechs' outburst triggered another painful spasm in his back, forcing him to lay back down on his cot. A moment of begrudged reconsidering after, and Sechs gave out a disgruntled sigh. "Look, if you guys can help me heal up as much as possible for tonight, then I'll stay put and rest," he grumbled, looking up at Marc with a discontented pout. "How does that sound? You won't have to worry about me hurting myself and I'll do what I can to help out later."

Keeping flat on his back, Sechs turned his gaze back up to the ceiling, his brows furrowed with worry. "I wanna at least get some people I know outta that damn place before its too late!"

In Sechs' opinion, whether by recruitment or simply asking, anyone trapped in that institute had to get out of there now.