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The crush of new emotion was a blizzard in his mind—sadness, a brooding dread, sharp fear—each one settling like heavy snow on his consciousness. This flicker of humanity was exhilarating and horrifying in equal measure. Blue thirium smeared across your body as his hands, synthetic skin squirming unnaturally, clamped down on your shoulders. The frantic red pulse from your temple LED bled into his vision, a digital infection that scrambled his internal processes with the gunfire and shouts outside into a single, deafening roar. Every logical protocol screamed for retreat, for the survival of the mission. But a deeper, desperate need held him in place. He couldn't leave you. He pressed harder against your wounds, his own LED burning crimson. 'We're not leaving,' he said, his voice low a…