[ He pulls his hair back, putting the helmet back on. ]
My whole chassis is ceratanium.
you had me completely fooled.
[ The empty socket is horribly inhuman. ]
What, was I convincing?
[ He pulls his hair back, putting the helmet back on. ]
My whole chassis is ceratanium.
[ The empty socket is horribly inhuman. ]
What, was I convincing?
[ ...staring more closely with that one good eye of his. ]
wait. are /you/ a robot?
[ The empty socket is horribly inhuman. ]
What, was I convincing?
[ Donovan cocked his head. ]
...he /is/ a blacksmith, right?
[ He approaches further, showing the slight imperfections. ]
/Mine/ is starting to show it's age, ha. But it's been... about 50 years of use.
..Dr. Lught made it for me.
[ He approaches further, showing the slight imperfections. ]
/Mine/ is starting to show it's age, ha. But it's been... about 50 years of use.
..Dr. Lught made it for me.
[ repeating to himself, nodding. he likes it! ]
not a bump or crack anywhere in it, either. looks damn perfect. who crafted this armor for ya?
[ He approaches further, showing the slight imperfections. ]
/Mine/ is starting to show it's age, ha. But it's been... about 50 years of use.
..Dr. Lught made it for me.
( It's better that he does, anyway, because his feelings are getting too overwhelming for even /him,/ and he would rather deal with them alone. )
( Maybe this /isn’t/ the one he knows, he’s finally realizing that now - but it still hurts to hear him say those words, and to know he can’t console him. )
… I will leave you be, if that’s what you wish. I want what makes you comfortable.
[ he could just imagine the sort of weapons he could craft with this metal. ]
looks real sturdy.
..ceratanium.
..ceratanium.
...what kinda armor is that? Is that /steel?/
[ It looked so smooth and polished. It looked like it was a work of art, even at the distance he was looking at it from. ]
..what? You got something you wanna say?
..ceratanium.
..what? You got something you wanna say?
[ Donovan had a day off from his duties, so he and his Frogglet decided to go traveling. Seeing the robot, he couldn't help but stare at the other's armor, inspecting it from a distance.
Might be unintentionally creepy. Especially due to his armor's design. ]
..what? You got something you wanna say?
( At least he gets the point and stops trying to approach. Quint’s voice sounds different, too. /Older./ )
I’m not /fake./ You must believe me. How can I prove to you that I am real…?
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I-I still don't understand, then...
[ He points at the spear on the ground. ]
AND I STILL HAVE IT. I HAVE EVERYONE'S KEEPSAKES..!
[ He points at the spear on the ground. ]
AND I STILL HAVE IT. I HAVE EVERYONE'S KEEPSAKES..!
( That's the only way he can explain this behavior, right? )
I promise you, I'm /here./ Take a deep breath...
[ He points at the spear on the ground. ]
AND I STILL HAVE IT. I HAVE EVERYONE'S KEEPSAKES..!
( He stops, and his face turns even more confused and concerned. His old instincts flare up when he sees the buster, but he refuses to pull his spear out. Not against him. )
No... I'm here. I am alive...!
( As far as he /knew,/ he was. But all of this has him second-guessing himself! )
Because Enker is /dead./