[ Ranger takes the apology to be genuine, as Midori should regret allowing things to get to such a point from the start. If he were here sooner, he could have done everything himself. He could have fixed his errors, completed his unfinished code in the blink of an eye. It's because he was left alone that things turned out this way. It's because he was lonely that he had to take another person's hand to pull himself up, that he had to cling to weak bonds and lie to himself, that he has to be afraid, and none of it is fair.
He should apologize.What if in the end even the pendant resting over his chest shatters like glass, falls to the floor in microscopic particles that he'll be finding for months and years and yet can never piece back together?
If it does, then he'll have no choice to accept the consequences of his actions. It won't be Midori's fault if that happens, no more than the rest of this is, as the blame lays solely on him for willingly bringing the glass to his lips and drinking down the poison in it. He's down to the last of it now, shaking the final few drops out in the form of chocolates and flowers in a cute little box, and he's equally afraid that he'll throw it all up along with all the sugary sweets rotting in his stomach. Midori would force the matter if only he could, inducing vomiting and pumping his stomach before shoving activated charcoal down his throat.
There's no love in the words, no love in that salvation, and no words in anything to come, but Midori is the only one in this place who needs him. He turns the words over in his mind, lets them mingle with complex emotions. ]
Hiyori.
[ In a moment of insanity, he thinks to ask a question. He opens his mouth to do so before only inhaling a deep breath and closing it enough to blow it out. There's things that his colleague would know that Ranger isn't privy to, just as there are pieces of information that are locked away solely within Ranger. They're far and few between, as the pair large share the same information, but they're there.
He was never meant to be lonely. He was never meant to be an incomplete creation. He was never meant to hate as deeply as he did, to struggle as he has, to be hurt as he has. So what was he made for then? Why was it that Rio Ranger was created? If he could answer that, then the res would make sense. It would tell him where to throw his chips, and it would ease the pain, and it would give him some meaning that he's lacked ever since he realized how much pride had been taken and thrown away in his creation.
His instincts tell him not to ask now. It's dangerous when he's like it, when the conversation has switched from logic to emotion, and Hiyori has found his own way to protect his one and only colleague - the one he'll go down with. ]
You're right. I shouldn't have allowed myself to fall prey to begin with, but there's no point in dwelling on it. I won't allow anyone save those of ASUNARO to view or modify my code nor hardware.
[ Which is how it should have been from the start. Ranger lifts the cup up again, taking one small sip after another as he considers the rest. It's possible that there's something that he missed. It's possible that they were sharper than he thought. It's likely that there's some error that will eat away at his system if not caught. If not that, then perhaps improvements that can be made. Would that make it easier?
He closes eyes for a couple seconds, and takes one more sip. Anything he needs, huh...? It's too sweet on his tongue, but he can drink this. ]
It can only be viewed and edited using ASUNARO equipment. If you can secure that, then I'll let you do what's meaning.
[ Sharp, precise, and logical, and the cup lowers, and his voice grows softer, ]
I'll give you a chance to answer my questions, since there's things that don't really make sense to me.
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He should apologize.What if in the end even the pendant resting over his chest shatters like glass, falls to the floor in microscopic particles that he'll be finding for months and years and yet can never piece back together?
If it does, then he'll have no choice to accept the consequences of his actions. It won't be Midori's fault if that happens, no more than the rest of this is, as the blame lays solely on him for willingly bringing the glass to his lips and drinking down the poison in it. He's down to the last of it now, shaking the final few drops out in the form of chocolates and flowers in a cute little box, and he's equally afraid that he'll throw it all up along with all the sugary sweets rotting in his stomach. Midori would force the matter if only he could, inducing vomiting and pumping his stomach before shoving activated charcoal down his throat.
There's no love in the words, no love in that salvation, and no words in anything to come, but Midori is the only one in this place who needs him. He turns the words over in his mind, lets them mingle with complex emotions. ]
Hiyori.
[ In a moment of insanity, he thinks to ask a question. He opens his mouth to do so before only inhaling a deep breath and closing it enough to blow it out. There's things that his colleague would know that Ranger isn't privy to, just as there are pieces of information that are locked away solely within Ranger. They're far and few between, as the pair large share the same information, but they're there.
He was never meant to be lonely. He was never meant to be an incomplete creation. He was never meant to hate as deeply as he did, to struggle as he has, to be hurt as he has. So what was he made for then? Why was it that Rio Ranger was created? If he could answer that, then the res would make sense. It would tell him where to throw his chips, and it would ease the pain, and it would give him some meaning that he's lacked ever since he realized how much pride had been taken and thrown away in his creation.
His instincts tell him not to ask now. It's dangerous when he's like it, when the conversation has switched from logic to emotion, and Hiyori has found his own way to protect his one and only colleague - the one he'll go down with. ]
You're right. I shouldn't have allowed myself to fall prey to begin with, but there's no point in dwelling on it. I won't allow anyone save those of ASUNARO to view or modify my code nor hardware.
[ Which is how it should have been from the start. Ranger lifts the cup up again, taking one small sip after another as he considers the rest. It's possible that there's something that he missed. It's possible that they were sharper than he thought. It's likely that there's some error that will eat away at his system if not caught. If not that, then perhaps improvements that can be made. Would that make it easier?
He closes eyes for a couple seconds, and takes one more sip. Anything he needs, huh...? It's too sweet on his tongue, but he can drink this. ]
It can only be viewed and edited using ASUNARO equipment. If you can secure that, then I'll let you do what's meaning.
[ Sharp, precise, and logical, and the cup lowers, and his voice grows softer, ]
I'll give you a chance to answer my questions, since there's things that don't really make sense to me.