The click of pain. In a way Rung can't quite pin point. Where does MG go? Oh Rung doesn't know how to answer that. He simply, leans over. Trying not to let this get to him. "I do not know. You could be a part of him forever, that would be." Rung feels selfish to say it. "That would be ideal."
He smiles holding his glasses now in a hand. The glisten of his optics as he wipes them quickly to put them back on.
"If it means anything, I like you MG. If it means anything at all." He feels his voice actually crack. Oh. Oh, that's not... He's not allowed to have favorites he's not allowed to love them like this. Not Skids, not MG, not any of them.
"I want you to be your best self. That's all I ever want for any of you children." What a painful way to say it. What a strange way to say it.
"You are a good soldier, a good mech. You will not be imprisoned and you will not be deactivated." He feels like he's over stepping. He rubs under his glasses again. "Oh, how embarassing. I've sprung a leak it seems." He lies through his tears.
"Would you like another canister of oil?" His voice quivers.
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He smiles holding his glasses now in a hand. The glisten of his optics as he wipes them quickly to put them back on.
"If it means anything, I like you MG. If it means anything at all." He feels his voice actually crack. Oh. Oh, that's not... He's not allowed to have favorites he's not allowed to love them like this. Not Skids, not MG, not any of them.
"I want you to be your best self. That's all I ever want for any of you children." What a painful way to say it. What a strange way to say it.
"You are a good soldier, a good mech. You will not be imprisoned and you will not be deactivated." He feels like he's over stepping. He rubs under his glasses again. "Oh, how embarassing. I've sprung a leak it seems." He lies through his tears.
"Would you like another canister of oil?" His voice quivers.