The poor AI's face jolts up, compelled and trembling. He slowly shakes his head side to side. Never once taking eyes off Grusa. This is, this is...
It conjures up the briefest phantom of that black out.
Rock opens his mouth as tears keep dripping, what an annoying feature... but still a gift from father.
"Please don't..." He begs no matter how vain. "I'm not-" weak and then stronger- "I'm not your 'darling child'." He manages through the painful emotions. To defiance. One last burst.
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Date: 2025-06-21 12:02 pm (UTC)It conjures up the briefest phantom of that black out.
Rock opens his mouth as tears keep dripping, what an annoying feature... but still a gift from father.
"Please don't..." He begs no matter how vain. "I'm not-" weak and then stronger- "I'm not your 'darling child'." He manages through the painful emotions. To defiance. One last burst.