No, that couldn't possibly be right. The low lighting was playing tricks on his sensors. That had to be the explanation. His instinct had been to avoid using the flashlight he'd found in his room as much as possible -- being born into one of the most severe energy crises in recent history had impressed the importance of rationing onto him, especially since a reploid shouldn't have even needed to rely on it in the first place. Still, he turned it on now, uttering a soft apology for the sudden brightness.
It stung his eyes a little (also strange; his optics should have adjusted instantly), but it was more than enough light to verify that he wasn't mistaken: the eyes looking back at him were green, not red or blue, but this was a face he definitely knew. Harpuia nearly dropped the flashlight entirely as the force of the realization hit him. It shouldn't have been possible, but this... it had to be...
Immediately, he dropped down to one knee. His throat seemed to have knotted itself up; he swallowed hard (a very uncomfortable sensation -- since when had he been able to do that?), voice almost quavering in a strange mixture of reverence and shock. "Master X! Is that really you...?!"
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...No way.
No, that couldn't possibly be right. The low lighting was playing tricks on his sensors. That had to be the explanation. His instinct had been to avoid using the flashlight he'd found in his room as much as possible -- being born into one of the most severe energy crises in recent history had impressed the importance of rationing onto him, especially since a reploid shouldn't have even needed to rely on it in the first place. Still, he turned it on now, uttering a soft apology for the sudden brightness.
It stung his eyes a little (also strange; his optics should have adjusted instantly), but it was more than enough light to verify that he wasn't mistaken: the eyes looking back at him were green, not red or blue, but this was a face he definitely knew. Harpuia nearly dropped the flashlight entirely as the force of the realization hit him. It shouldn't have been possible, but this... it had to be...
Immediately, he dropped down to one knee. His throat seemed to have knotted itself up; he swallowed hard (a very uncomfortable sensation -- since when had he been able to do that?), voice almost quavering in a strange mixture of reverence and shock. "Master X! Is that really you...?!"