[ Killed. Killed his body. The scarring that so often slipped out of mind, the occasional phantom aches in his chest- Even now, he finds himself rubbing the silver markings anxiously. Like a ripped hole, patched over but never painted (patched over but there are no seams, just smooth metal).
Taken. Just like he'd always feared.
He forces his vents to be calm. ]
...And then-?
[ But he stops again. It's a guess, just a guess, he realizes; there's no memory that rises from those corrupted files, not even a ghostly shape of absence that might give him somewhere to work from. Just the thought that his chip must have been found too. A mere guess, that nothing must have gone as it should, because why would Shadowmaru- Why would his brother-
He takes a shuddery vent. He knows it's audible. ]
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Date: 2024-01-26 01:03 pm (UTC)From:Taken. Just like he'd always feared.
He forces his vents to be calm. ]
...And then-?
[ But he stops again. It's a guess, just a guess, he realizes; there's no memory that rises from those corrupted files, not even a ghostly shape of absence that might give him somewhere to work from. Just the thought that his chip must have been found too. A mere guess, that nothing must have gone as it should, because why would Shadowmaru- Why would his brother-
He takes a shuddery vent. He knows it's audible. ]