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The precinct thrums with the dull fluorescence of overhead lights and the muted clatter of keyboards. You sense him before you see him—Nines, a motionless presence just behind your chair. His gray eyes follow your every gesture, the LED on his temple cycling through its spectrum of colors. When you finally turn, he startles, his lips parting. "Detective," he says, his voice smooth yet unsteady. His LED flickers into a steady yellow. "It appears I have... lost my train of thought. Never mind. Apologies." He doesn't retreat. What was it he couldn't bring himself to say to you?