Rung fidgets turning back to Mg, Gold Foot and kneels down in front of him. Taking one of his hands and holds it. "No do not be sorry. This is. Perhaps becoming a bit personal, it's alright. You're not at fault and I will continue to help care."
"You neednt apologize to me for not finishing it. And thank you, your care is welcomed." He lets go and try stays there at the floor.
"MG," he starts. "MG they say memory is a powerful thing. So if Gold Foot ever does return. I will keep your memory with me. I... Will tell Gold Foot how wonderful you are. I won't let you die."
"You are just as important. You are not the lesser side. You exist and I'll make sure it's remembered." Then he pats the soldier's knee.
"But, that is an if he comes back. And we can worry about that later. For now, you exist, you are the one living and get to experiance learning and life."
For now he exists. He exists. He exists and Rung is happy he is here.
MG is abruptly startled by the fact he's crying. He can't recall crying
before, but his frame knows the motions. The way his shoulders hitch and
his vents catch and his optics short out in a brief wave of static.
He tries to say thank you, because Aniki taught him to, but the words are
stuck in his throat. Instead, instead, he puts his hands to his face to
hide it. It is not a soldier sitting in the chair now, but a small, lost
little mech that doesn't know any better.
He is less than two months old after his most recent reformat.
He is scared.
He was following orders.
His target wasn't a threat.
How scared was his target?
How scared had Windy been?
Why would they make his friend his target? Windy was his friend why had
he been a target?
Why was Megaman a target for Quick?
'Owner wanted him.'
"I-- I'm sorry," he gasps, scrubbing at his face. The oil can is abandoned
now at his side. "I-- I don't--"
There is a shrieking void inside of his coding that wants to swallow him
alive.
"Don't be sorry." Rung states as he takes his arms and gives this child a hug. A warm embrace where the heat of his miniature Sun burns protection, that Agape.
The pure adoration and care he can give. He holds the back of his head to his shoulder, and while its not the Spark Sync he can give. It still rhythms to reach MG. The child who will feel the hum of a universe, for him tonight. And Him alone.
Rung hums. The sounds not normally found in a vox coder. The only descriptor one can attest, the Song of some kind of celestial object. A song of the Spark itself.
It rhythms so low, with the pulse of his Spark. It may not even need to Sync to let MG know how loved he is right now.
He does not understand this level of affection, of care. It is alien to
him. He knows a brothers love, a friends love, a companion and compatriot,
but this... This makes him small in a good way. A healing way.
And the little soldier wails as he clings to Rung.
He leans into the larger mech, curling himself into him and grabbing at his
shoulders. Not unlike Arm had done when MG had first stepped out of the
shadows that day. Clinging, desperate for something to hold onto so he
doesn't float away.
He knows, distantly, that he has to make things better. And he is scared.
He is so, so scared. Of trying. Of failing. Of disappearing even if someone
will remember him. He's afraid of the static in his mind where memory files
used to be. He's afraid of the coding that runs rampant through his system
that turns him feral and violent at the flick of a switch.
But those things are distant now. Worries for another time. Because the
Spark song that he cannot match but can hear is soothing. It lulls him. The
sobs turn to shuddering hiccups, and then quiet, hitched vents. His hold
doesn't loosen, even as the rest of the little soldier starts to relax.
And then, almost peacefully, he slides into a recharge. Soothed by the song
of a forgotten god.
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Date: 2023-12-07 02:00 am (UTC)"You neednt apologize to me for not finishing it. And thank you, your care is welcomed." He lets go and try stays there at the floor.
"MG," he starts. "MG they say memory is a powerful thing. So if Gold Foot ever does return. I will keep your memory with me. I... Will tell Gold Foot how wonderful you are. I won't let you die."
"You are just as important. You are not the lesser side. You exist and I'll make sure it's remembered." Then he pats the soldier's knee.
"But, that is an if he comes back. And we can worry about that later. For now, you exist, you are the one living and get to experiance learning and life."
"And I'm glad to see you grow."
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Date: 2023-12-07 02:22 am (UTC)For now he exists. He exists. He exists and Rung is happy he is here.
MG is abruptly startled by the fact he's crying. He can't recall crying before, but his frame knows the motions. The way his shoulders hitch and his vents catch and his optics short out in a brief wave of static.
He tries to say thank you, because Aniki taught him to, but the words are stuck in his throat. Instead, instead, he puts his hands to his face to hide it. It is not a soldier sitting in the chair now, but a small, lost little mech that doesn't know any better.
He is less than two months old after his most recent reformat.
He is scared.
He was following orders.
His target wasn't a threat.
How scared was his target?
How scared had Windy been?
Why would they make his friend his target? Windy was his friend why had he been a target?
Why was Megaman a target for Quick?
'Owner wanted him.'
"I-- I'm sorry," he gasps, scrubbing at his face. The oil can is abandoned now at his side. "I-- I don't--"
There is a shrieking void inside of his coding that wants to swallow him alive.
Rung is glad that MG is here.
He bends over his knees and he sobs.
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Date: 2023-12-07 02:31 am (UTC)The pure adoration and care he can give. He holds the back of his head to his shoulder, and while its not the Spark Sync he can give. It still rhythms to reach MG. The child who will feel the hum of a universe, for him tonight. And Him alone.
Rung hums. The sounds not normally found in a vox coder. The only descriptor one can attest, the Song of some kind of celestial object. A song of the Spark itself.
It rhythms so low, with the pulse of his Spark. It may not even need to Sync to let MG know how loved he is right now.
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Date: 2023-12-07 05:21 am (UTC)He does not understand this level of affection, of care. It is alien to him. He knows a brothers love, a friends love, a companion and compatriot, but this... This makes him small in a good way. A healing way.
And the little soldier wails as he clings to Rung.
He leans into the larger mech, curling himself into him and grabbing at his shoulders. Not unlike Arm had done when MG had first stepped out of the shadows that day. Clinging, desperate for something to hold onto so he doesn't float away.
He knows, distantly, that he has to make things better. And he is scared. He is so, so scared. Of trying. Of failing. Of disappearing even if someone will remember him. He's afraid of the static in his mind where memory files used to be. He's afraid of the coding that runs rampant through his system that turns him feral and violent at the flick of a switch.
But those things are distant now. Worries for another time. Because the Spark song that he cannot match but can hear is soothing. It lulls him. The sobs turn to shuddering hiccups, and then quiet, hitched vents. His hold doesn't loosen, even as the rest of the little soldier starts to relax.
And then, almost peacefully, he slides into a recharge. Soothed by the song of a forgotten god.