Even if it's isolating, and lonely, and it scares the shit out of me to be what I am- you're both me. If I'm a machine with a human soul, then that's the truth.
In another universe perhaps, Zenkichi would have already assumed that answer. In a world where he awakened his persona through the right means and came to be known as a mentor for others nonetheless. Here however, as he watched Falcon struggle and pull at the chains fate had subjected him with; the old man felt like he learnt something instead.
Human.
A man who couldn’t accomplish any of his promises, left to fend and pretend that his flesh had rotted underneath the metal; was coming to a horrible conclusion of his own.
His humanity was still sticking around like a sore thumb.
The two shadows fusing together was almost...too beautiful. Hopeful in a way- like rewriting the possibility of something that the Kirijo Group would deem unstable and dangerous.
He focuses on the matter at hand and the moment Falcon crumples, he instantly pockets his guns and makes his way over and just as said by Phoenix...he didn’t need to pull out Falcon’s port to check if his battery was low given everything else. "Right. I have medication for when my mind shuts down but for the earlier models a little bit of repairs and recharging should do him some good."
At Knight's words he placed one hand on Falcon's shoulder and helped Phoenix support his half sibling unit's body. "You sure you want to carry him all the way back? You got way more injured than me because of the limelight. Just cause I am an old man doesn't mean I am not part metal," he grins confidently this time- offering support.
Insisting so, he wrapped another arm around Falcon's waist. "Think of it as payback for our first meeting." Ah well if Phoenix brings it up again he's only going to scoff in annoyance.
The microbots were already working away at his injuries and thankfully through Crow's salvation from earlier, he didn't have any issues ignoring some of the pain.
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In another universe perhaps, Zenkichi would have already assumed that answer. In a world where he awakened his persona through the right means and came to be known as a mentor for others nonetheless.
Here however, as he watched Falcon struggle and pull at the chains fate had subjected him with; the old man felt like he learnt something instead.
Human.
A man who couldn’t accomplish any of his promises, left to fend and pretend that his flesh had rotted underneath the metal; was coming to a horrible conclusion of his own.
His humanity was still sticking around like a sore thumb.
The two shadows fusing together was almost...too beautiful. Hopeful in a way- like rewriting the possibility of something that the Kirijo Group would deem unstable and dangerous.
He focuses on the matter at hand and the moment Falcon crumples, he instantly pockets his guns and makes his way over and just as said by Phoenix...he didn’t need to pull out Falcon’s port to check if his battery was low given everything else. "Right. I have medication for when my mind shuts down but for the earlier models a little bit of repairs and recharging should do him some good."
At Knight's words he placed one hand on Falcon's shoulder and helped Phoenix support his half sibling unit's body. "You sure you want to carry him all the way back? You got way more injured than me because of the limelight. Just cause I am an old man doesn't mean I am not part metal," he grins confidently this time- offering support.
Insisting so, he wrapped another arm around Falcon's waist. "Think of it as payback for our first meeting." Ah well if Phoenix brings it up again he's only going to scoff in annoyance.
The microbots were already working away at his injuries and thankfully through Crow's salvation from earlier, he didn't have any issues ignoring some of the pain.