August 2
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Okay Diary, to explain my last page...
Zero sure gets into a lot of trouble... It happens too often. He comes close to dying, but each time, he just comes right back. I try not to worry much these days (he can take care of himself, after all), but sometimes I can't help it.
Especially when I saw what shape he was in. Sure, I'd seen him in worse shape, but he just seemed so misirable.
The people who bashed down my room door came in shouting "Zero's hurt! Zero's hurt!!" And, well, their over-dramatism wasn't helping my nerves at all. Why couldn't they get Signas to tell me this? Too busy?
So anyway, we were all sort of panicy as we ran down to the infirmary. I just about froze when I saw Zero. When I think about what's happened to him before, it's not that bad... But it seemed horrifying at the time. Those damn...random reploids got me worked up...
There was this huge gash on Zero's forehead... And it appeared that his left leg was just about detached. Technitions were already starting to repair him. I wanted to stay, but the nurses said I should leave. I almost snapped at them, I wanted to stay. But they forced me to go back.
...Funny, I'm the most respected reploid ever, but I hardly ever get my way... What am I, some little kid?
~sighs~ That was a few days ago... I shouldn't work myself up again.
I was going to stay up and wait until Zero was fully repaired, but I had already been awake for several days trying to get things done and just had to rest... Later on I wake up to the same random reploids beating on my door going "Zero's repaired!"
It's a good thing they're fast...
So I stayed with him in the infirmary for a while. I'm not going to go into detail; I will say, though, that Zero makes the weirdest stuff up.
I asked him what happened, and he said he was out scouting some abandoned area in Tokyo and got attacked by a car. A CAR! He said he was telling the truth. I think he's full of crap.
Ha ha, a car just randomly attacks him. It's probably a lie just for him to hold up his pride. He wouldn't want to admit being owned by a huge maverick. Heh heh.
Anyway, the nurses didn't let me stay with him too long. I almost snapped at them again (I've been so snappy lately, that's so unlike me), but I just took a deep breath and went back to my room.
Since then I've been holed up in my room filling out paperwork. The commanders just hand them to me, "Here..." I don't know what half of this crap is. And I'm not reading it all. I just sign them all, two quick strokes, "X." Easy as that. And then I enjoy what peace I have by staring at the wall.
And my mind wonders. I start wondering if anyone ever tries to forge my signature. It'd be so easy, it's just an "X", hahaha.
Yeah. Contrary to popular belief, I actually think. Heh heh.
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Okay Diary, to explain my last page...
Zero sure gets into a lot of trouble... It happens too often. He comes close to dying, but each time, he just comes right back. I try not to worry much these days (he can take care of himself, after all), but sometimes I can't help it.
Especially when I saw what shape he was in. Sure, I'd seen him in worse shape, but he just seemed so misirable.
The people who bashed down my room door came in shouting "Zero's hurt! Zero's hurt!!" And, well, their over-dramatism wasn't helping my nerves at all. Why couldn't they get Signas to tell me this? Too busy?
So anyway, we were all sort of panicy as we ran down to the infirmary. I just about froze when I saw Zero. When I think about what's happened to him before, it's not that bad... But it seemed horrifying at the time. Those damn...random reploids got me worked up...
There was this huge gash on Zero's forehead... And it appeared that his left leg was just about detached. Technitions were already starting to repair him. I wanted to stay, but the nurses said I should leave. I almost snapped at them, I wanted to stay. But they forced me to go back.
...Funny, I'm the most respected reploid ever, but I hardly ever get my way... What am I, some little kid?
~sighs~ That was a few days ago... I shouldn't work myself up again.
I was going to stay up and wait until Zero was fully repaired, but I had already been awake for several days trying to get things done and just had to rest... Later on I wake up to the same random reploids beating on my door going "Zero's repaired!"
It's a good thing they're fast...
So I stayed with him in the infirmary for a while. I'm not going to go into detail; I will say, though, that Zero makes the weirdest stuff up.
I asked him what happened, and he said he was out scouting some abandoned area in Tokyo and got attacked by a car. A CAR! He said he was telling the truth. I think he's full of crap.
Ha ha, a car just randomly attacks him. It's probably a lie just for him to hold up his pride. He wouldn't want to admit being owned by a huge maverick. Heh heh.
Anyway, the nurses didn't let me stay with him too long. I almost snapped at them again (I've been so snappy lately, that's so unlike me), but I just took a deep breath and went back to my room.
Since then I've been holed up in my room filling out paperwork. The commanders just hand them to me, "Here..." I don't know what half of this crap is. And I'm not reading it all. I just sign them all, two quick strokes, "X." Easy as that. And then I enjoy what peace I have by staring at the wall.
And my mind wonders. I start wondering if anyone ever tries to forge my signature. It'd be so easy, it's just an "X", hahaha.
Yeah. Contrary to popular belief, I actually think. Heh heh.