I hadn't done it yet, but I was ready to push BB down into our Synchro mode once again at any moments notice.
From everything I'd been told about the Human race of this universe since I arrived in it I'd formed a very low opinion of them.
They were warmongers, spreading out from their own system and crossing the divide between entire galaxies to spread their empire, all in the quest for creatures that could produce manna so that they could fuel their own technologies.
They had sickened me to the core before I had even run across the group of them that had been working with Lara and the Null Space Invaders.
After that, I'd sworn off trusting this universes version of the human race. I'd vowed that if I ever came across any of them I'd give them one chance to run and then I'd blow them off the face of reality if they refused, send them right down to void where they belonged.
