[ It's unseen, that growl, the curling of his hands into fists. Gold Arm reins in the urge to slam his fist into the wall like he had once done in front of Mask. No. He'll breathe through his grief. ]
It's fine. The order. I wouldn't even know what to make it anyway, and you seem to have some experience with
I took on this role. I will see to it I will continue to tend and monitor his progress. And perhaps, since you are his brother, we can brainstorm together ways to remind him of himself.
You know him much better then I. You are the key to his recovery. The memory of you, who you are, what you are, and your bond. I know it can help him.
We're sports robots. Iron Leaguers. Humans would say it's in our blood. I've considered maybe trying to play soccer with him, to see if that'll help, but that'll probably have to wait until Mach Windy's healed up enough to play...
...I wish Gold Mask was here. Our youngest. But in reality I don't even know if him being here would hurt or help.
I want to do as many processes to work before considering Mnemosurgery. Especially since we do not know how that would... oh. I don't think we even have any of those surgeons aboard anyway...
I'm sorry, I'm so used to the Lost Light's crew roster... Forget I ever suggested it. It could be a hindrance more then a cure if we are wrong.
We will proceed with physical realm memory reconstructions. If sports are important that's where we start.
Remodelling is done with drills, and needles, and saws. I've seen it. I've nearly been taken by the same damn thing that took him. No surgeries, and if you get anything like anywhere NEAR him, don't think I'll hesitate.
[ He bares his teeth, even though it can't be seen. Over-reacting, maybe. But he has to protect his brother. ]
You're a therapist, right? Then do your therapy. We'll start with our sports.
[ Poor dears. He understands a bit more now... which means its a much harder job. ]
Understood, Arm. We will proceed with a new mission for him. Training... We shall have to name a reason to train with a soccar ball. But he will listen easier when given it as an order.
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[ It's unseen, that growl, the curling of his hands into fists. Gold Arm reins in the urge to slam his fist into the wall like he had once done in front of Mask. No. He'll breathe through his grief. ]
It's fine. The order. I wouldn't even know what to make it anyway, and you seem to have some experience with
With soldiers.
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I feel terrible I had to resort to the tactic I did but it was the only one I knew to work for someone in his mindstate.
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[ But it helps a little, to hear that they're both not happy with the state of things. ]
...Would you come and see him again, at some point? Since you have experience.
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You know him much better then I. You are the key to his recovery. The memory of you, who you are, what you are, and your bond. I know it can help him.
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...I wish Gold Mask was here. Our youngest. But in reality I don't even know if him being here would hurt or help.
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I'm sorry, I'm so used to the Lost Light's crew roster... Forget I ever suggested it. It could be a hindrance more then a cure if we are wrong.
We will proceed with physical realm memory reconstructions. If sports are important that's where we start.
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Remodelling is done with drills, and needles, and saws. I've seen it. I've nearly been taken by the same damn thing that took him. No surgeries, and if you get anything like anywhere NEAR him, don't think I'll hesitate.
[ He bares his teeth, even though it can't be seen. Over-reacting, maybe. But he has to protect his brother. ]
You're a therapist, right? Then do your therapy. We'll start with our sports.
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Understood, Arm. We will proceed with a new mission for him. Training... We shall have to name a reason to train with a soccar ball. But he will listen easier when given it as an order.
Perhaps foot cordination. Something akin to that.
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We'll make it work, either way.
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