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Maybe he's wrong for thinking about it, but he can't get her voice out of his head, the strange almost made-up sounding words she used to describe his bug-busting machine, and yet she had sounded so. . Prideful? It may just be wishful thinking, but she called him a genius, a twinkle in her eyes that he thought may have actually been genuine. She'd appreciated his hard work, his dedication to his craft, the effort he'd put into his tech, and although her motives were. . Less than ideal, she still praised him. Made him feel worthy, made him feel appreciated. "Can't believe they had done such? Can't trust them? Perhaps can't. . Stay with them?" He pushed, earning a pained whine as the vine constricted on the former's cracked, injured chest. "They have done nothing but hurt you, upset you, use you. From what I've gathered, this has gone on for years. Perhaps you need a change in pace, a new life. . . I won't be like them. Come with me and become greater than this sorry husk of an abandoned warrior you are, truly live up to your full potential." (Takes place after the Bug Busters episode) ((Check my Tumblr for doodles and updates regarding this fic (0thello--von--ryan)))
Arc l: Redemption (Chapter 1)
