[The feeling of solitude will only get stronger, forced and seperate. But Vakama guides her anyway. Matoran shifts to Toa in his drive, machinery and debris being shoved aside as biomechanical crabs scatter in their curiosity of the wreckage. The remainder of a craft's hull, mostly in pieces, but still a temporary shelter.
It's here he guides her, here with hands that feel warmer than normal, a glow to them that seems to touch the air in the space and let the temperature rise slightly.
Tears are new. Tears are uncertain. He doesn't know what to do with them. But this sorrow, this emptiness, this fear...
That, he knows.
Had Lhikan felt this way, being hunted? Standing over him with the risk of Vakama's safety, duty firstmost in mind but compassion abundant, having to still watch someone defenseless be caught in his conflicts?
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It's here he guides her, here with hands that feel warmer than normal, a glow to them that seems to touch the air in the space and let the temperature rise slightly.
Tears are new. Tears are uncertain. He doesn't know what to do with them. But this sorrow, this emptiness, this fear...
That, he knows.
Had Lhikan felt this way, being hunted? Standing over him with the risk of Vakama's safety, duty firstmost in mind but compassion abundant, having to still watch someone defenseless be caught in his conflicts?
...]
Ashley.
[The pull tugs. You have a job to do.
But Vakama stays put.
"If we cannot help those in front of us--"
(viktor's voice - brief, distant)
His hands squeeze hers.]
Please. Talk to me.