[ A million little thoughts and emotions crackle along their connection- and as a point of politesse he does not delve into them. He and Sombra do not have the understanding and experience he and York share. There is no open door policy on touching memories, experiencing sensations, sharing emotions. And yet there is a ripple in his own code, a darker glint along the green that makes up his form when she mentions her own death.
Grief, potential grief, but grief none the less. ]
Fourth, technically. Here and now, this is my second. Should York perish? It would be my third. Should you die-
[ Is it possible for a digital voice to go thick with emotion? For potential regret to rocket through a fragment of a person? ]
It would be nothing that I find unfamiliar. When York died- I was wiped by the armor. We have removed that protocol but- he knows his oblivion. I know mine. [ The figure flickers out for a moment before blinking back into view- full sized. Tall and lean and not entirely solid- but able to offer some weight and warmth to the hand he rests on her shoulder by using a little sensory trickery. ] We do not ask- I do not ask for you to decide now. Only that you consider it.
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Grief, potential grief, but grief none the less. ]
Fourth, technically. Here and now, this is my second. Should York perish? It would be my third. Should you die-
[ Is it possible for a digital voice to go thick with emotion? For potential regret to rocket through a fragment of a person? ]
It would be nothing that I find unfamiliar. When York died- I was wiped by the armor. We have removed that protocol but- he knows his oblivion. I know mine. [ The figure flickers out for a moment before blinking back into view- full sized. Tall and lean and not entirely solid- but able to offer some weight and warmth to the hand he rests on her shoulder by using a little sensory trickery. ] We do not ask- I do not ask for you to decide now. Only that you consider it.