[It's his chance. He knows it. He sees it. And though part of him is screaming in denial, his frame is in motion. He could no more stop himself now than he could turn himself human. Programming has taken hold.]
[Even... if his AI isn't in it. His "heart" doesn't want this.]
[He keeps moving, putting all his momentum behind the lunge. He doesn't even know if his strength is enough to pierce the Chieftain's helm... but there's no one else. He can't call anyone else.]
[And, really, this is his obligation, isn't it? His design, his fault.]
[On an impulse, his thrusters fire, driving him forward with a little more speed, a little more force, all of it behind the blade in his hand.]
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[Even... if his AI isn't in it. His "heart" doesn't want this.]
[He keeps moving, putting all his momentum behind the lunge. He doesn't even know if his strength is enough to pierce the Chieftain's helm... but there's no one else. He can't call anyone else.]
[And, really, this is his obligation, isn't it? His design, his fault.]
[On an impulse, his thrusters fire, driving him forward with a little more speed, a little more force, all of it behind the blade in his hand.]
[... forgive me ...]