Rung has to keep composure. The pain in his chest twists. Remembering all those young newly minted souls who he tended to, to care for. To help over come their traumas. So many he helped, and one too many did not. He will help this one too. He will always over come his own faults to serve and care.
He loves them all. Even if they are not his... not... his. Oh how silly, why would his mind think such a thing? He must have meant not his own species. Not his own.... Oh its just silly and he's only full of emotion is all.
Yes... yes that must be it... but this love he feels. The Agape. Charity. A love so stronge it hurts his chest as it glows for something.
"I do not think at all that Quick meant anything wrong nor lied. I think its a programing issue." Rung states as he picks back up the model and holds it in a tender hand. His smile so soft... so pure.
"Perhaps, it is the fault of his creator. Perhaps it was something ordained in his own birth. To see this child at play as something to crush." Rung folds his fingers firm on the toy and loosens for emphasis.
"It is not your or Quick's fault. It never was. The world can be kinder to you all. We just have to fix it." Rung smiles at him as he places the toy back up right. Amongst the other toys. Where he always belonged.
"I think, you will be forgiven. Your captain does not hate you. Nor will I ever. I think in the end. We learn from this process and... everything will work out in the end." It has to.
He... he wishes he was able to fix everything. He puts so much on his shoulder and wonders... where did his love come from?
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Date: 2023-12-06 01:50 pm (UTC)He loves them all. Even if they are not his... not... his. Oh how silly, why would his mind think such a thing? He must have meant not his own species. Not his own.... Oh its just silly and he's only full of emotion is all.
Yes... yes that must be it... but this love he feels. The Agape. Charity. A love so stronge it hurts his chest as it glows for something.
"I do not think at all that Quick meant anything wrong nor lied. I think its a programing issue." Rung states as he picks back up the model and holds it in a tender hand. His smile so soft... so pure.
"Perhaps, it is the fault of his creator. Perhaps it was something ordained in his own birth. To see this child at play as something to crush." Rung folds his fingers firm on the toy and loosens for emphasis.
"It is not your or Quick's fault. It never was. The world can be kinder to you all. We just have to fix it." Rung smiles at him as he places the toy back up right. Amongst the other toys. Where he always belonged.
"I think, you will be forgiven. Your captain does not hate you. Nor will I ever. I think in the end. We learn from this process and... everything will work out in the end." It has to.
He... he wishes he was able to fix everything. He puts so much on his shoulder and wonders... where did his love come from?