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His bare feet pressed behind each other as he walked, a gentle padded noise he was learning to like. Feet were so much quieter than armor. Why didn't everyone just use their feet? They never really fought to hurt each other anyway, and feet…feet noises didn't echo like armor did. They didn't make him feel as alone as he was.
Tex's body caught his eye as he recycled his path and he knew without even thinking anymore that it was the 46th time the heap of black had done so. Before the nighttime came he usually reached 128 laps pacing from one corner of the base to the next. And from corner to corner he held the memory unit to his unarmored chest and waited.
Maybe for it to talk. Shiela talked.
"Epsilon…?" he rested his chin on his chest and stopped walking, blue eyes locked on the unit in his arms. It didn't vibrate. It still didn't talk.
"Uum…Church?"
Still no talking.
He smiled at it, "That's okay! You don't have to talk yet. Sometimes the quiet is a better sound."
The sentence soured in his mouth. It wasn't better. The quiet was starting to hurt.
"Maybe, um, maybe," He hugged the unit tighter, his feet shadowing the same steps they'd taken all day once more, " I'll just talk for both of us. Then you don't have to." He said cheerfully.
Had he have kept staring at it, he would've noticed the lights that flickered at the sound of his voice.