evilbob
Explorer
Unit 16 reflected on the past few days of being unable to move with annoyance, but he felt incapable of knowing what it must have been like for his much more mortal companions. He has stood still for months at a time before, so this sort of situation wasn't completely foreign to him (albeit he wasn't being constantly poked and questioned). But the squishy ones never seem to have that kind of time, since their bodies have a limited span before they expire. He wonders what they think about when they can't move. Or when they're not awake.
When the group gets uncomfortable about Pis' situation as a changeling, Unit 16 stands and quietly unbuckles his shield. It falls to the ground with a large thud, and in its place on his forearm glows a bright blue dragonmark: a mark of warding. We all have secrets, he tells them. All of us have something to hide and we only hide it for our own survival (he looks a Ryda poignantly). Now we know Pis' secret. Now you know mine. Nothing about these secrets changes who we are or what we have been to each other. Pis' transformation means nothing to Unit 16. But he intends to keep the secret, because it is clearly important to his friend.
Fighting battles comes naturally to Unit 16: he was literally born to do it. For him, constant ambushes are a way of life. It is the same in social situations for which he is not prepared. But he continues to solider on, battle after battle. At first it was because that's what he was made to do: but now he does it because he chooses to. And for him, that makes all the difference.
He is happy to respect Ryda's request for distance and Jarren's quiet mood. And he hopes that Talkrai seems to be looking a bit better, and can find the strength to solider on as well. This is our life: we are adventurers by choice, and sometimes the choice isn't easy. But we are adventurers because we don't give up.
When the group finally departs, Unit 16 heads straight to Wroat. He is sure to check with Jasper's staff as to what name they used when they presented him to the healers, and where he might be located, just in case Pis didn't look quite the same when he saw him next.
At the same time: he felt confident he would know who he was.
When the group gets uncomfortable about Pis' situation as a changeling, Unit 16 stands and quietly unbuckles his shield. It falls to the ground with a large thud, and in its place on his forearm glows a bright blue dragonmark: a mark of warding. We all have secrets, he tells them. All of us have something to hide and we only hide it for our own survival (he looks a Ryda poignantly). Now we know Pis' secret. Now you know mine. Nothing about these secrets changes who we are or what we have been to each other. Pis' transformation means nothing to Unit 16. But he intends to keep the secret, because it is clearly important to his friend.
Fighting battles comes naturally to Unit 16: he was literally born to do it. For him, constant ambushes are a way of life. It is the same in social situations for which he is not prepared. But he continues to solider on, battle after battle. At first it was because that's what he was made to do: but now he does it because he chooses to. And for him, that makes all the difference.
He is happy to respect Ryda's request for distance and Jarren's quiet mood. And he hopes that Talkrai seems to be looking a bit better, and can find the strength to solider on as well. This is our life: we are adventurers by choice, and sometimes the choice isn't easy. But we are adventurers because we don't give up.
When the group finally departs, Unit 16 heads straight to Wroat. He is sure to check with Jasper's staff as to what name they used when they presented him to the healers, and where he might be located, just in case Pis didn't look quite the same when he saw him next.
At the same time: he felt confident he would know who he was.
