[How can he promise? How can he know? The Storm may explode again at a distance, pulsing through his core, stripping away every single line of programmed code, shredding memory, overloading actuators and stopping his Thirium pump. Maybe such a thing was happening now, and the scrambled warnings still flickering across his vision are trying to tell him just how long he has until he’s offline again.
What a hollowing thought. It’s the permanence that scares him. It’s the fact that he’s scared that scares him. It’s just like before, on that cold rooftop, snow stained blue. A secondhand experience now becoming firsthand.
Connor has nothing more to say, nothing to add, as Arenvald continues to carry him.]
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What a hollowing thought. It’s the permanence that scares him. It’s the fact that he’s scared that scares him. It’s just like before, on that cold rooftop, snow stained blue. A secondhand experience now becoming firsthand.
Connor has nothing more to say, nothing to add, as Arenvald continues to carry him.]