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…I know, and I hate that. [ he opens his shirt and sets his hand on his chest. is the spot she stabbed him visible? or does he need to ask where specifically ge was stabbed? ]

It means I'm more resilient now, so... [ He just trails off and lets it go. He's been healed since, but there are three obvious puncture wound scars in his lower abdomen. ]

[ he takes his hand back and cuts around the scars, so he can check the area beneath them. he keeps his 'skin' peeled back with hemotstats, and he takes another set of tools to start looking around. will he find anything? ]

[ He grimaces, squeezing his eyes shut and looking away. He won't find anything left, as it all got purged out already. ] ...well?

[ he takes another couple of minutes to look around, because he wants to be certain there’s no residue from that bitch… then and only then does he respond. ] Nothing. It looks like you’re all clear.

[ The instant he says that, it's like a massive weight has lifted off of his shoulders. ] ...you're sure? You've checked for everything? There isn't any glass still in there?

I'm almost positive. Give me another few moments to triple check, but... I don't see anything.

[ He exhales in relief. ] Take as long as you need to be sure.

[ aaand several minutes later kaveh seems satisfied. ] I'm going to close you up now, alright, there's nothing. Only you. [ he gets started on that - taking extreme care in doing so. ]

[ He bites the inside of his cheek because it does hurt, but he's mostly just immensely relieved. ] As it should be. ...thank you, Fantasia.

...don't thank me for something like this. I'll always be here for you. [ as soon as he's finished closing him up he gives him a hug. ] I don't want to lose you.

[ He holds Kaveh close, and his hands are shaking a little- both from the pain and the absolute relief he feels from not having any of that bitch left in him. ] ...I know.

I've... never felt more like I've lost myself. Someone needs to kill that bitch.

Tempo. I need you to put everything away and bring it to my room. [ in the meantime he collects wanderer into his arms. ] We're going up there too. [ he doesn't need anybody walking in on them. ] I'm sorry that happened, Zenith. [ he squeezes him, burying his face into the side of his head. ] We'll figure out something. I still need to do something for Red that will get me some additional equipment... she's not going to get away with hurting you.

[ He's glad enough for the closeness that he doesn't mind Kaveh carrying him back, curling his fingers in the front of his shirt. ] It was my mistake. I shouldn't have let her hit me at all. If you end up going after her... make sure you don't get hit by anything she does. We'll need to be fast.

...additional equipment for what?

I have Tempo to help. And a few new friends. [ more robots. ]

I asked Red for a gun some time ago...

I'm not sure if a gun will be good enough...

What do you even need one for?

Insurance. [ he doesn’t want to have to use it, but if there comes a time… ]

But that reminds me… I have something for you. Vibrato, come here. [ and when vibrato comes up he’s with another little mushroom buddy. it should look somewhat familiar. ]

Is that-? [ He stares at it, momentarily flustered. ] Is that supposed to look like me..?

Yeah, what do you think of him?

[ He reaches out to poke it, awed. ] ...cute... it matches yours...

It does. I thought it was cute. Like you. And look how happy they are together.

They are cute together... [ He can't hide how charmed he is by them. His eyes are practically sparkling. ] Does it have a name?

Stacato. I thought it matched the name you'd chosen for Vibrato. [ he plucks him out of the air. ] He can't do much. Neither of them are as advanced as Tempo, but they can carry a few things and take logs on stuff.

I can't imagine they'll want to separate though.

[ He holds out his arms, trying to coax Stacato to land on him. ]

...we shouldn't separate them.

[ stacato flies into his arms for a hug. ] I'm glad we're on the same page. [ vibrato flies over too and presses into his side. ]

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