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61st Gear... This is not a valid coping mechanism, Nautilus. [Accidental Video]
Defiance.
naniteknight wrote in thewake_rp
[There is a figure in a black Organization coat standing atop a building in the Northern District, easily seen against the gray of the roof top and the white of the snow blanketing the ledges. For the first few seconds of the broadcast, the hood of the coat obscures the figure's face, but then he turns, gloved hands lifting to pull the hood back...]

[It's Rex, his gaze distant and cold as he looks out across the city, expression unreadable.]

[One hand moves to his collar, fingers looping under cords to draw out a pair of necklaces from beneath the coat. One of them, the shorter of the pair, is strung with bird feathers and beads. The other had four pendants hanging from it: a hand painted charm with kanji on it, a silver tribal-style metal pendant, a silver gear and a steampunk styled piece with wings on it. Rex simply gazes down at the lot passively for a second before suddenly tearing them away from his neck, the cords breaking.]

Worthless.

[He is about to toss them all off side of the building when he pauses, looking once more at the silver gear.]

Hmm, except this. I can still use it.

[The gear is dropped into a hidden pocket. The other parts are then disposed off, tossed carelessly off the roof before Rex teleports away, the feed ending soon after.]

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[... Her brow furrows...]

No human emotions? What are you talking about? What's going on?

When Doc Magnus left, I was hurting. I wondered what it was like to not have emotions, just like Xemnas. The guy's got no heart, so he feels nothing.

What would it be like to feel nothing? Would everything be easier?

[Cold brown eyes look into Holiday's own.]

Spoiler alert, Doc.

It is.

[The only thing that shows the horrible realization dawning on her is her eyes. His... heart? Wait, no, not like- It means him, Holiday. Who he is, who he was, who he cares for. It was like he became a grade A sociopath over night... except that this was a lot worse than some psychological trouble.]

[He wouldn't do this to himself. The city did it for him.]

... Rex... I know that you're hurting after Helen left. And I know that you hurt after Kai and Starscream and all the others you knew left. But doing this to yourself does not help anything or anyone. It's just running away.

[But a lecture wouldn't help. This wasn't him, it was the city, right?]

If you could have it back, would you take it? For yourself. For me and Six, Caesar, Wheatley, Circe, Hakkai, Death. For Raye. This isn't what any of your friends that went to sleep wanted for you.

[She's terrified.]

I'm not going anywhere, Holiday. I'm still here.

[He notes the look on her face. He knows it well enough. Has the memories to compare it to, yet he feels absolutely nothing as a result.]

[Rex tilts his head slightly as though studying both Holiday and his options.]

Wanting something means I'd need to desire it, right? That's an emotion, Doc. Something I don't have. What's should happen is what's logical. What makes sense.

[She bites her bottom lip for a second, before forcing herself to at least look calm.]

... Alright then.

[She'll have to figure it out without him, then, right? Surely Nautilus will give it back either way, right? If it doesn't, then what? What can she do?]

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