Dec 14, 2017
‘ hey, put the sword down. i’m not here to hurt you. ‘ zero’s stance is firm, resolute against the setting sun behind him. he supposes it’s thankful reploids like him can’t experience fear, supposes that even if they could he probably wouldn’t be cowering in his boots right about now. that’d probably be the worst thing he could do. he rolls his shoulders, powers down his saber and attaches it back to his hip. ‘ see? i’m a friend. -- a friend in desperate need of directions is all. ’ a smile, weaker than he intends for it to be.
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