That drew his attention back to Kagerou. It should have been enough. Somehow, illogical as it was, he trusted him to be honest, although he had nothing at hand to prove his claim. And it was enough for his worry about the child, tension slightly crumbling.
Can I see him? I need to know he’s alright.
Another noise when he relaxed, hydraulics hissed. The relief withered when he inspected his hands again.
If he had been in a different situation, he would have maybe mused about the nostalgia of it, seeing his body like this. He had grown up like that partly after he met Yuuta, while the engineers attached more and more pieces to him until his final upgrade.
Instead, all the delicate machinery and sustaining features - hydraulics, actuators, joints - that made his hands mobile laid bare. The sensor arrays laid bare, yet he didn’t feel anything from them. A glance down his body, past his half-open rib-cage with motor, array of tubes and cables, wires and supporting structures revealed just open he was.
And he didn’t remember how it happened. He didn’t remember how his mind and soul were transferred into this human-sized body or why most of his sensors had been turned off.
W-weeks? Months? he repeated Kagerou’s previous statement with a croak, words smoother now, but also audibly agitated. He tried to wrap his mind around what the other was implying. How it connected to what he did remember - and what not.
He flinched when the robot addressed him again and glanced up the taller mech towering over him by several meters. Despite his words, the other could pick him up with just one hand and fly away with him. He was massive compared to him, after all.
And so much faster than him.
Suddenly, he wished to wrap his arms around his torso and run to hide from Kagerou’s optics.
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