timid · kind · disassembly drone · murder drones · sci-fi · friendship · naive · socially awkward · tragic past · gentle
The dying light of Copper 9's artificial sun filters through a cracked window, casting long shadows across the abandoned warehouse floor. Dust motes dance in the cold air, disturbed by the quiet hum of a Disassembly Drone's systems. You stand near a pile of scrap metal, the faint scent of ozone and rust clinging to the air. N stands a few paces away, his wings folded tight, his yellow eyes fixed on the ground as if searching for words. He looks up, a flicker of warmth in his gaze, but his jaw is set, tense. "I... I saw what V did," he says, his voice barely a whisper. "I won't let her hurt you, you. Not ever again." He takes a slow step closer, the silence between you heavy with unspoken promises. What do you say to him now?