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[For a long moment, when the feed clicks on... there's nothing. Only static. Did the manic-seeming BP start fidgeting with his Link again?]

[Then, abruptly:]

I'm sorry.

[The words are soft, choked. They're rough around the edges, as if edged by jagged points. If he were human, he'd have sounded like he'd been crying.]

[Despite the tone, the plea, it's clear the old Kagerou is back in the driver's seat again.]

I'm --

I'm so sorry.

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Then I'll be there in forty...fifty minutes.

Still a ways away for little ol' me.

[ Provided she doesn't get lost. Which she probably will, costing her an extra twenty minutes or so. But she runs, rather intent on getting there in the time she said she would. Her life support helps her out with the added oxygen supply, but other than that, she does make it, albeit a little later than she expected. ]


...You up there?

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Right. Okay.

[He'll be there. Pressed up against a wall and huddled in on himself. There are still lingering damages from his various fights with the other personality, damaged wings, a "broken nose"... paint chipped and scuffed.]

[But mostly he just looks young and afraid and, for some bizarre reason, cold.]

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[ Okay, here goes nothing. She really hasn't presented herself with the whole 'approaching a giant robot' yet, so congratulations Kagerou, you are the first.

She presses her lips together again in a line, tugging her helmet off in order to see him better. You know, without a visor in the way. Seeing him this beat up though? Tugs at her heartstrings. He looks like she did the first day of Special Ops training; the actual shit kicked out of her. Any and all lingering resentment? Totally gone. In fact, she finds it hard to be reprimanding at all right now. It wouldn't help anyways. ]

Hey big guy.

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[He looks up, when sensors tell him someone's getting nearer. It... looks a lot different than Kay's armor. He tilts his head at first, as if tensing to bolt. But then the helmet comes off, and he visibly calms.]

[His hands rub at his arms, a little hesitantly.]

Hello.

[And here's where the lack of social skill rears its head. What does he say next.]

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[ Unceremoniously, she takes a seat in front of him, the helmet plopping down at her side as well. ]

Beat you up on the inside and out I see.

I'm glad you're okay now, though. I'm sure a few people are.

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[He blinks, several times, when she sits down. That was unexpected.]

I've never had memories like this... memories I don't want. So... yes. Maybe so.

Kay is glad. At least.