"Yeah. You're always good, S-4." This is a fact, as much as the sky being blue is a fact. "He doesn't need...mods. He's doing well right now. We both know that," they say lowly.
Scrape. Scrape. Scrape. Closer. Closer, ever closer, they feel sick at the sight of the straps for some reason but despite (or because of) that, they refuse to stop.
(For some reason they think of SAVE points, and their head starts ringing.)
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"Yeah. You're always good, S-4." This is a fact, as much as the sky being blue is a fact. "He doesn't need...mods. He's doing well right now. We both know that," they say lowly.
Scrape. Scrape. Scrape. Closer. Closer, ever closer, they feel sick at the sight of the straps for some reason but despite (or because of) that, they refuse to stop.
(For some reason they think of SAVE points, and their head starts ringing.)