But then he stops with a sigh, his defiance subdued. There's no point in being obstinate when the truth is right there in front of them both, glaring at him with every slow step he takes. His eyes trail to the cane in his hand, his metal fingers clasping the crook of the pipe. There's not much he can do about his synthetic nature -- about the fact that, unlike regular flesh-and-blood people, he can't just go to the clinic for healing or trust that the gods will know how he works enough to put him back together, should worst come to worst.
So he can't put this off forever. He doesn't want Rey going out and making deals with Hope to get parts for him, nor does he trust the gods enough to bargain for the parts himself. She's right, though: something needs to be done before the bent shaft in it becomes a broken one, and it's not a part that's so easily patched. She's trying to compromise, to make sure he takes care of himself -- and in doing so, takes care of herself, as well. He can't be both demanding and stubborn if he wants any ground to stand on in this argument.
Setting the rubber end on the floor, he gives the cane a try. It's sturdier than him at this point, and perfect for his height. She took her time to make sure it would work, that it would be useful to him -- so he'd better use it. Her tone says that she won't take no for an answer on this.
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But then he stops with a sigh, his defiance subdued. There's no point in being obstinate when the truth is right there in front of them both, glaring at him with every slow step he takes. His eyes trail to the cane in his hand, his metal fingers clasping the crook of the pipe. There's not much he can do about his synthetic nature -- about the fact that, unlike regular flesh-and-blood people, he can't just go to the clinic for healing or trust that the gods will know how he works enough to put him back together, should worst come to worst.
So he can't put this off forever. He doesn't want Rey going out and making deals with Hope to get parts for him, nor does he trust the gods enough to bargain for the parts himself. She's right, though: something needs to be done before the bent shaft in it becomes a broken one, and it's not a part that's so easily patched. She's trying to compromise, to make sure he takes care of himself -- and in doing so, takes care of herself, as well. He can't be both demanding and stubborn if he wants any ground to stand on in this argument.
Setting the rubber end on the floor, he gives the cane a try. It's sturdier than him at this point, and perfect for his height. She took her time to make sure it would work, that it would be useful to him -- so he'd better use it. Her tone says that she won't take no for an answer on this.
"Thanks, Rey."