He sighs as his eyes wander to the floor again, the conflict of whether or not to tell all the grisly details her playing through his mind. He doesn't want to worry her, but that's already a given: it's not as though he can hide how damaged he really is, especially if systems start shutting down again. She can see right through his insistence that he's fine, especially when he absolutely isn't.
What's worse is that she'll probably need more parts, and that's if she can get him back into some semblance of working order at all. He'd get the parts himself if he could, but even that seems like a tall order in his condition.
"My cooling system is shot," he starts, knowing she'd suspected as much the night before, just as she'd started hacking up a lung. "Something keeps coming loose in my vocal modulator. Probably another frayed wire or bad socket. That patch job to my processor is working for now, but I'm already getting warnings about a loose connection. Least I'm still online, thanks to you."
And that's not even mentioning the bent shaft in his leg, the busted power coupling in the only arm he has left, and whatever it is that's loose in his chest that rattles every time he moves.
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What's worse is that she'll probably need more parts, and that's if she can get him back into some semblance of working order at all. He'd get the parts himself if he could, but even that seems like a tall order in his condition.
"My cooling system is shot," he starts, knowing she'd suspected as much the night before, just as she'd started hacking up a lung. "Something keeps coming loose in my vocal modulator. Probably another frayed wire or bad socket. That patch job to my processor is working for now, but I'm already getting warnings about a loose connection. Least I'm still online, thanks to you."
And that's not even mentioning the bent shaft in his leg, the busted power coupling in the only arm he has left, and whatever it is that's loose in his chest that rattles every time he moves.