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Wednesday, November 19th, 2014 04:43 am (UTC)
For him, he needed no compliment on the skills that he had displayed nor was he moved by the pointless show of obedience to have a weapon tarnish in the grounds over some petty failed accomplishment, as if one weapon was better than another. He was to do his job to the best of his abilities, but he was not allowed to enjoy it. That sort of sensation was reserved for people who were function on a level that he was not to even step close to, and his harsh mental treatment and conditioning kept those possible glitches from occurring to him.

His reward was not a bed to lay in or food to pretend like it was something more than he needed. It was this right here, the soft words but more the shift of weight against his side. This was his reward, the only one he needed. A chance to be close to the source of the hooks in his mind, the easing of an emptiness to calm acceptance.

"They didn't warm you long enough," he whispered back. "You were disadvantaged by the cold sleep." He slipped his flesh arm around the other weapon's waist to keep a hold of the other while they leaned on each other in this simply companionable manner. It was the only aid that he could provide without going against rules that were unsaid.

The few people left took notice of their closeness a moment later. Most looked uncertain, some looked nervous and one walked away to report it. He didn't move, his head bowed subserviently waiting for orders.

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