If there was one thing Parallax knew, he wouldn't be engaging &&&& today. He'd pick off all enemies from afar with his trusty sniper rifle, go in, amd retreive his target easily. It was risk-free. Better safe than sorry, he always said. He always liked people he could relate to, so many of his closer associates in his gang had had a similar philosophy.
"Heh," he said to Erin. "Even I don't understand all this weird time &&&&. Sin does, though... and it may have damaged him beyond repair." He didn't bother to lower his voice on that last part. Sin was insame, and he knew it. Traveler was, too. It was an eventual side effect of time travel. Parallax grabbed a sweater on his way out. Perhaps he could strangle someone with it if need be.