[At first, Fukuda feels leery of the hexcore. That influence, that wrongness, it doesn't feel entirely unfamiliar. It reminds him of the strange nagging at the back of his skull when he'd found himself in that hospital room in his dream, John Walker offering him something he didn't want. Something he wasn't interested in at all. And yet...
But then the invitation from the hexcore becomes clearer. A perfect body. Strong enough to fight. More importantly, the ability to have a clear head while also being whole. Being properly formed and normal. It would solve all of his problems. How could he refuse that?
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But then the invitation from the hexcore becomes clearer. A perfect body. Strong enough to fight. More importantly, the ability to have a clear head while also being whole. Being properly formed and normal. It would solve all of his problems. How could he refuse that?
Fukuda reaches out to touch the Hexcore.]