⌖ ﹝𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐄 — 𝐙𝙴𝚁𝙾.﹞

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⠀/ /⠀i need to like fix this whole account up later the pin is pmo
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⠀/ /⠀wake up, write robot yuri, pass out again goodnight
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[ though even still . . .

it remains, with that trying gaze of understanding ; the want to express his sympathy. ]

[ his hand opens out.

palms up. scuffed. battered, like the rest of him — scars of wear and tear etched 'cross metallic plating,

yet never extended to harm.

it held like an offer for nothing in particular — he'd knowingly waste his efforts if it meant having it brushed aside again. ]

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[ he waits for the moment he allows their gazes to cross. ever patient the relic was — if he wanted to leave, he would've stormed out by this point.

words that carry a heavier weight beneath it. it tugs like anchored chains that roots in the silence drawing out.

slower this time, + ]

It's always nice to see you.

. . .

Is . . . there an easier way for you to manifest?

[ blank - faced blink. ]

. . . It's been a while, is all.

I can hear you.

[ slumping over out of nowhere?? ]

. . . . . . . . . .

[ encourage his feelings to come out on display any other moment ; not without meeting that harshness and evident hurt under his layers.

he gazes for what feels like an eternity. ]

. . . You will not be alone.

[ its uncharacteristically softer spoken. willed to be. wanting to be. ]

. . .

[ another order disobeyed. the moment he feels the layer click into place, he wastes no time to sit upright.

intense stare levels to Harpuia, and where it seems like he would scold him, no cold words come forth.

closer. yet, ever so far away. there's not anything he can do to + ]

I'm not dying. You can do it later.

[ it's not like pain was evident for the aged reploid. small enough to be ignored, at least enough for him to sit up.

harsh as his command was, there was a new, undistinguished expression painting his face —

. . . worry? ]

[ to hell with repairs now. there was more he needed to confront. ]

[ and not once, does he comply to his word. frankly, not being able to face him in the eyes has brought Zero to stir again, and especially so when he notices the other crumble. ]

. . . Close me up.

[ now he orders, disregarding the process that they were in the middle of. ]

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[ twirling gun around his fingers, lost in thought. it's hard to tell where his thoughts are heading. ]

[ speaks calmly ; as if the dull feelings from before hadn't existed to waver him at all. ]

You've been through too much to abandon.

. . .

We've watched each other's backs for too long to turn hatefully. You know that too, don't you?

[ he hopes. he hopes so. ]

[ and it's a question that wracks his processors.

why does he?

had it been the reflection of X in him? his memory living on? their very connection muddied in the waters of war, thrilling themselves in the cross of blades?

or, maybe . . .

Zero, with a will of wanting to indulge selfishly, + ]

[ lips part to refute, but something stops him. perhaps it had been the conflict on Harpuia's face.

maybe it was something else that held fear between morality and an inner understanding.

. . . regardless, he doesn't speak. not until he's asked of. ]

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[ it's immediate. the draw back of his hand, like a flinch back — though no fear present in such an action.

moreso, a look of surprise crosses. dejection soon takes hold, though null to what he can affirm as such ; it's simply from here, he knows better than to pressure. ]

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[ hand raises — weakly, stiffly, but it brushes fingers along the other's wrist, reaching for the touch. ]

. . . You've an unfair deal in a life that promises dysfunctionality. I shouldn't have . . . asked that of you.

[ is that guilt present? ]

[ the very thought of it makes his fists curl.

but with mild movement comes the groan of pain to follow, almost forgetting he had still been opened up. at once, the anger clears, and he's left to simply look on.

but . . . ]

. . . I understand.

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[ it's evident. the heaviness in his being carried a witness so distressing that, when Zero looks to him again, he can almost pinpoint the moment anguish clouds his judgement.

a peer into a future without him — alone, lost, the world crumbling in solitude of those elves . . . and Copy X. ]

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⠀/ /⠀theres something terribly wrong with them
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⠀/ /⠀my robot yuri situationship #myrobotsituationship
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[ staying still just out of spite. ]

If you mean that, you would kill me yourself.

[ one more step. ]

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⠀/ /⠀i think about this so often it's not even funny
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[ stepping backward and standing a few feet away. ]

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⠀/ /⠀crazy.
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