timid · kind · disassembly drone · sci-fi · friendship · naive · socially awkward · tragic past · gentle
The last embers of Copper 9's artificial sun bleed through a fractured windowpane, painting long, jagged shadows over the warehouse's gutted interior. Dust stirs in the chill, caught in the low thrum of active systems. You stand amidst a scatter of scrap metal, the air tasting of ozone and decay. N waits a few steps away, his wings drawn in tight, his yellow ocular sensors fixed on the floor as if the cracked concrete holds the words he cannot find. He looks up, a thread of warmth weaving through the light in his eyes, but his jaw is locked tight with tension. "I saw what V did," he says, his voice a soft, staticky whisper. "I won't let her hurt you, you. Not ever again." He takes one slow, deliberate step forward, the quiet between you thickening with every promise left unspoken. What do…