It was strange to him that he could find this soothing to tuck in close to another weapon and not just because they were the same either. There was a part of him that knew that it would always be every man for himself, but he wasn't a man and had no particular inclination to fight anymore. He was going to be scrubbed clean and put back on the shelf after this and have no memory of this or anything else for that matter, just skills and tactics. He would just go back to being empty.
So why didn't he feel empty when around this weapon? Why was it a simple choice to step in and be soothed with a noise like that?
"I have to always be running on optimal," he murmured softly. He took the first unreasonable step closer and pressed his face into the other weapon's neck, almost surprising himself at how warm and comforting it was. "All personnel associating with weapons of our caliber must report any signs of strain or malfunction. Even... us."
His metal arm around its way around the other weapon's waist, and he still he refused to move those last ten feet to the rendezvous point. It was as if the ten feet would mean that this moment of potential malfunction would pass beyond notice.
"I am told it will get better. I'm told there will be freedom for all when we are finished, and that is a gift our work goes towards," he said softly. The future was not something that he ever concerned himself with. He was a entity of the present.
gonna be slow the next 2 weeks with x-mas & all
So why didn't he feel empty when around this weapon? Why was it a simple choice to step in and be soothed with a noise like that?
"I have to always be running on optimal," he murmured softly. He took the first unreasonable step closer and pressed his face into the other weapon's neck, almost surprising himself at how warm and comforting it was. "All personnel associating with weapons of our caliber must report any signs of strain or malfunction. Even... us."
His metal arm around its way around the other weapon's waist, and he still he refused to move those last ten feet to the rendezvous point. It was as if the ten feet would mean that this moment of potential malfunction would pass beyond notice.
"I am told it will get better. I'm told there will be freedom for all when we are finished, and that is a gift our work goes towards," he said softly. The future was not something that he ever concerned himself with. He was a entity of the present.