Jr. made it to the teleporter with a limp at most. Making his way from the U.R.T.V. he had come face to face with and let live through the carnage, he had to fight through more clones and others aiming to stop them. He had managed to disarm most, until one that he had done it to had jumped him from behind for a more close-range attempt to stop him. Jr. didn't have time to see who it was - clone of somebody or not. But he had managed to get through, even though one of his legs was being favored from the fall and attack. At least it wasn't broken, even if it did hurt like a bitch for the moment.
He saw Kanner hit the ground, but he didn't feel like he thought he'd feel, seeing that. He wasn't sad, because somehow, after learning about Kanner's truth, he guessed the Councilor wouldn't want anybody to feel sad for him like that. And he definitely didn't feel happy about it, either. He figured he'd keep himself neutral, for the sake of not knowing exactly what Kanner may have felt. Relieved was one word that Jr. thought of. He remembered telling the others about Albedo - and about his realization that he would live forever. Ziggy had spoken. "Death is rest for the soul. Who was it who said that? If the body did not die, and the fears borne in the mind just continued to pile up, the world would be nothing more than an eternal prison."
He still felt the weak, mental wave from the remaining two or three U.R.T.V.s that had been sent to fight. They were still alive. And though he had no idea if his words to them did anything at all, he figured he'd try one last time, in hopes that somehow, the CLF would take in that lone, injured U.R.T.V. he had shot and help him. He let down the mental block he usually kept up as a reflex for sending unwanted thoughts to his brother, and spoke to him one last time from the other side of the chaos.
, because Jr. still wasn't sure he would ever return home, but he was going to fight his best for the hope of the possibility, Harriet now being exempt from that 'you guys' weighed heavily on his heart when he sent the message.
There was a knot in his stomach when the image of what they were leaving behind swished out of sight as he was teleported. He hoped they'd meet again, and that somehow this planet could find a balance again. Only a balance where clones were no longer being made for slavery, but a co-existence. Something difficult even where Jr. came from, so the hope was still just that even for him and his universe.
The world around him felt so quiet and calm when he returned. Almost as if he had never experienced it before.
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He saw Kanner hit the ground, but he didn't feel like he thought he'd feel, seeing that. He wasn't sad, because somehow, after learning about Kanner's truth, he guessed the Councilor wouldn't want anybody to feel sad for him like that. And he definitely didn't feel happy about it, either. He figured he'd keep himself neutral, for the sake of not knowing exactly what Kanner may have felt. Relieved was one word that Jr. thought of. He remembered telling the others about Albedo - and about his realization that he would live forever. Ziggy had spoken. "Death is rest for the soul. Who was it who said that? If the body did not die, and the fears borne in the mind just continued to pile up, the world would be nothing more than an eternal prison."
He still felt the weak, mental wave from the remaining two or three U.R.T.V.s that had been sent to fight. They were still alive. And though he had no idea if his words to them did anything at all, he figured he'd try one last time, in hopes that somehow, the CLF would take in that lone, injured U.R.T.V. he had shot and help him. He let down the mental block he usually kept up as a reflex for sending unwanted thoughts to his brother, and spoke to him one last time from the other side of the chaos.
, because Jr. still wasn't sure he would ever return home, but he was going to fight his best for the hope of the possibility, Harriet now being exempt from that 'you guys' weighed heavily on his heart when he sent the message.
There was a knot in his stomach when the image of what they were leaving behind swished out of sight as he was teleported. He hoped they'd meet again, and that somehow this planet could find a balance again. Only a balance where clones were no longer being made for slavery, but a co-existence. Something difficult even where Jr. came from, so the hope was still just that even for him and his universe.
The world around him felt so quiet and calm when he returned. Almost as if he had never experienced it before.