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"Make sure you rest though. Can't grow if you don't give your body time to recover."

Massaging her big juicy thighs now.

"You'll get there. Just gotta work on it a bit longer."

Wiping her nose as if it were normal. Because well...it is...

Massaging her other arm now.

"Maybe another week or so."

"No problem big K."

Digging his fingers in deep.

"Jesus...what were you doing to yourself?"

"Just relax. I gotcha..."

He massages her massive arm. She's so big he has to do individual parts

Closing his book, Greg walks over to her, takes a knee, and pats her head.

"You almost had it sweet pea."

He's not bothering her.

So long as she doesn't sieze out he'll just mind his business.

Close by. Reading a book.

Curling up and sobbing quietly.

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but his expression quickly softens and devolves into a depressed state.

"I'd...like to be alone...for a while..."

He's half dressed now, graciously accepting the tablet.

He reads quickly and twice over.

"That long..."

"Amelia found me...brought me back...and then..."

The tablet clatters against the floor, Greg stares at Ezra. For a moment it looks as though he's ready to kill him (not that he could atm)+

"That's a relief..."

"I think...I vaguely remember something like that before passing out most recently..."

Rubbing his temples.

He starts flexing his arms, hands, and legs.

"Does anyone have a report on what happened to me?"

"Mmm..."

Checking his medical record attached to the bedframe.

"Fuck..."

"Is...Kongo okay? Laz? What did I miss?"

W O W

"Who found me?"

Didn't he eat her memories? How does that work?

"Something...I dunno...just..."

"Chocolate...something with chocolate..."

HAL was the woman he crunched a little while ago. It kay tho. Very confuzzling.

He sits quietly, thinking to himself.

"I'm... hungry..."

He gathers himself quickly.

Assessing where he is and what's going on. He checks his hands and body. Rummaging his hands through his hair and facial hair.

His eyes dart to Ezra.

"Where's Reaver...? Where's my..." he pauses

"What happened to HAL...?"

As soon as he's fixed, he springboards upright and screams while reaching out

"PRINCESS!"

In a healing tube.

Reaver evades, taking a shell that would have hit her head and blocking it with her hand.

The blast still sends her sliding into the dirt.

"Now's my chance..."

[GREG! STO-]

Greg initiates a system shut down.

Reaver, falls face first onto the ground, motionless.

The dodge causes her to miss a fatal scythe strike, leaving her open.

[Damn...]

Pushing the knee to the side and firing a round into the enemy fleet girl.

Wiping the blood from the blade onto her skull visage's mouth.

[Exquisite~]

"...kon...go..." he mutters weakly.

"Don't...please..."

Reaver charges up for another attack. Her cannons ready to fire.

The explosive charges in her feet go off, rotating her to be in front of Bismark.

[Saw THAT coming...]

Pulling the scythe back, lopping off Bismark's arm.

[Activating...Final Hunt...]

Greg screams inside the suit as his consciousness merges with the Kongo NHP

She blinks behind Bismark again, this time with her scythe around her arm.

Reaver blinks beside them, slamming a fist into Bismark's jaw.

Manifesting her own cannons and directing them at Bismark.

[PERISH, YOU *explicative*]

Hovering behind the blonde and blasting her with an even larger bolt of energy than before.

The frame housing Reaver and Greg is being held together by an ontological force. The bits and pieces floating in place rather than being fastened.

She falls onto the ground again, grunting and beginning to distort.

"Kongo...don't do it..."

[I have...no choice...]

"We'll both die...just...leave me..."

Blocking and deflecting, striking in retaliation with her scythe.

Side stepping the volley and catching the flying fist with her hands.

The blow still sends her falling to ground with a crash.

[Systems...failing...]

"You need repairs...we have to leave..."

[I...can't...]