[ More gasps as the time machine unfolds itself, as beautiful as it is terrifying. It's a marvel of technology that he would have been deeply appreciative of in another context, but right now he doesn't have the mind to try and praise the design.
No, all he's got eyes for is the approximation of a person that is descending towards him like a celestial being made of pure metal.
The more human Turo is forgotten instantly, now that More is seeing what he came for, who he came for.
He limps forward so he can cover each of these limp cold hands with his own warm and living ones. ]
My friend... Won't you come home with me?
[ Is it home to them, with Sonic and the others? Maybe not, but... Just for now... More so than this cold trapped position... ]
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No, all he's got eyes for is the approximation of a person that is descending towards him like a celestial being made of pure metal.
The more human Turo is forgotten instantly, now that More is seeing what he came for, who he came for.
He limps forward so he can cover each of these limp cold hands with his own warm and living ones. ]
My friend... Won't you come home with me?
[ Is it home to them, with Sonic and the others? Maybe not, but... Just for now... More so than this cold trapped position... ]