MG takes a vent that stutters, his very core aching. It's never hurt like that before. His head has hurt, yes, but not... not his chest, his circuits, not like this. He doesn't...
He leans into the touch on his shoulder. His fingers shake around the can. He swallows through the sudden lump in his throat that he struggles to vent around and closes his optics, dropping his visor to hide the moment of vulnerability. It doesn't matter how much he trusts the Commander.
No one wants to see a soldier show weakness.
"Thank you," he says, voice soft. A little shaky. There is little he can do about it. He doesn't know where to start with learning who Gold Foot is, but he doesn't know how to ask either. He already feels... ragged. Like there were drills and saws coming down cuts running through him.
"Commander... Captain and Megaman both reacted poorly when I mentioned reformats. They are--were--common practice on foot soldiers prior. Why would they react so?"
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MG takes a vent that stutters, his very core aching. It's never hurt like that before. His head has hurt, yes, but not... not his chest, his circuits, not like this. He doesn't...
He leans into the touch on his shoulder. His fingers shake around the can. He swallows through the sudden lump in his throat that he struggles to vent around and closes his optics, dropping his visor to hide the moment of vulnerability. It doesn't matter how much he trusts the Commander.
No one wants to see a soldier show weakness.
"Thank you," he says, voice soft. A little shaky. There is little he can do about it. He doesn't know where to start with learning who Gold Foot is, but he doesn't know how to ask either. He already feels... ragged. Like there were
drills and saws coming downcuts running through him."Commander... Captain and Megaman both reacted poorly when I mentioned reformats. They are--were--common practice on foot soldiers prior. Why would they react so?"