If a man could make one feel two centimeters tall, surely, it was Harpuia. Really, it was almost like bringing back memories of earlier days, when he was a careless rookie being hounded by his much more mature taskmaster. Mistakes, mistakes, and far more mistakes...
Shame shimmered clearly in his eyes, as well as frustration, confusion, and obvious pain.
But Harpuia was right. It had seemed like a good idea at the time; find something breakable, find a means to defend themselves. Even if it caused X some pain, possibly cutting deep and making him bleed, at the very least, it was something they could fight with, or at least use as a convenient tool. His mind had been working from task-to-task, his own uncertainty pushing itself to the back of his mind as the soldier in him lumbered for logical sense.
Or at least, that's what he thought was happening. In truth, he didn't understand it himself; it was as though something came over him. Something primal and instinctive, telling him:
"Defend yourself. Glass is weapon. Grab it."
"Can you bleed? Check. Keep moving forward. Don't think."
Of course, it was a dumb idea. X knew that. In the back of his mind, he knew this was the wrong way to go about it. But there was something else, something else that spurred him onward.
To put it into words was something that he couldn't explain, but that rush he felt as he'd climbed the countertops, that slight lightheadedness as he went through his plain in his mind, the...feeling he'd felt when he'd lunged towards the wall, smashing his fist into it.
This wasn't what a Reploid was meant to feel. Physical reactions, not even psychosomatic in nature. Rushes, lightheadedness, his heart slamming into his ears and the draining of blood as it leaked from his body.
There was no doubt about it:
X, and possibly Harpuia, was human.
"I...I know." His voice was quiet, but he met Harpuia's eyes. "I know it was a bad idea, I...I don't know what came over me. My head felt light, and my body started feeling differently than I'd ever felt before, almost as though my internal temperature was rising, but for no good reason. It was as though I wasn't even myself, if that makes sense."
Something he didn't like, that was for sure.
"I can't really explain it in words. This whole place, this whole situation...there's something wrong with it. Not just our bodies, not just the fact that we're here at all..."
He took a deep breath, organizing his thoughts through the pain, through everything else. He was still lightheaded, feeling something drain from him as though he was coming down from a high.
His stomach clenched.
"Why are we here? Why would someone place us in distinctly human bodies? I can't deny that now; whatever we were before, we're human now. And why would this building have such outdated technology, if they somehow had the technology to put us in these bodies? And why is everything so eerily quiet? Something's wrong here, and I think 'vandalism' is the least of our worries."
Logical. His train of thought was coming out in logical statements. One step over the other.
"It's true that those three things are unknowns, and shouldn't be immediately assumed. But I'd rather err on the side of caution, and from what I can gather, I don't think we were brought here willingly. If we were, don't you think we would have remembered allowing ourselves this sort of body-transfer? I was in my pod before I woke up here, and from what you're telling me, you were..."
X swallowed.
"...dead. I'm sure if we find someone we can get some answers, but in case they are hostile, I'd rather be able to keep you safe if that happens, my hand notwithstanding. The glass isn't the best kind of weapon, but it's at least better than nothing."
X laughed, though it was hollow; there was no humor in it. "Though to be frank with you, when I wanted to 'prove something', this wasn't what I had in mind. I just thought, 'we need a weapon. Glass can work.' I guess I'd figured I was a lot stronger than I thought, maybe hoped that my body wasn't like this."
He sighed. Really, he wasn't helping his own case, and to be frank, he was more than just a little ashamed of himself. That much could be seen on his face.
"I'm sorry. I was reckless, and it wasn't the way I should have acted. I guess even like this, my emotions sometimes run away with me. If that's what happened, anyway."
Have one in response, Harpy.
Shame shimmered clearly in his eyes, as well as frustration, confusion, and obvious pain.
But Harpuia was right. It had seemed like a good idea at the time; find something breakable, find a means to defend themselves. Even if it caused X some pain, possibly cutting deep and making him bleed, at the very least, it was something they could fight with, or at least use as a convenient tool. His mind had been working from task-to-task, his own uncertainty pushing itself to the back of his mind as the soldier in him lumbered for logical sense.
Or at least, that's what he thought was happening. In truth, he didn't understand it himself; it was as though something came over him. Something primal and instinctive, telling him:
"Defend yourself. Glass is weapon. Grab it."
"Can you bleed? Check. Keep moving forward. Don't think."
Of course, it was a dumb idea. X knew that. In the back of his mind, he knew this was the wrong way to go about it. But there was something else, something else that spurred him onward.
To put it into words was something that he couldn't explain, but that rush he felt as he'd climbed the countertops, that slight lightheadedness as he went through his plain in his mind, the...feeling he'd felt when he'd lunged towards the wall, smashing his fist into it.
This wasn't what a Reploid was meant to feel. Physical reactions, not even psychosomatic in nature. Rushes, lightheadedness, his heart slamming into his ears and the draining of blood as it leaked from his body.
There was no doubt about it:
X, and possibly Harpuia, was human.
"I...I know." His voice was quiet, but he met Harpuia's eyes. "I know it was a bad idea, I...I don't know what came over me. My head felt light, and my body started feeling differently than I'd ever felt before, almost as though my internal temperature was rising, but for no good reason. It was as though I wasn't even myself, if that makes sense."
Something he didn't like, that was for sure.
"I can't really explain it in words. This whole place, this whole situation...there's something wrong with it. Not just our bodies, not just the fact that we're here at all..."
He took a deep breath, organizing his thoughts through the pain, through everything else. He was still lightheaded, feeling something drain from him as though he was coming down from a high.
His stomach clenched.
"Why are we here? Why would someone place us in distinctly human bodies? I can't deny that now; whatever we were before, we're human now. And why would this building have such outdated technology, if they somehow had the technology to put us in these bodies? And why is everything so eerily quiet? Something's wrong here, and I think 'vandalism' is the least of our worries."
Logical. His train of thought was coming out in logical statements. One step over the other.
"It's true that those three things are unknowns, and shouldn't be immediately assumed. But I'd rather err on the side of caution, and from what I can gather, I don't think we were brought here willingly. If we were, don't you think we would have remembered allowing ourselves this sort of body-transfer? I was in my pod before I woke up here, and from what you're telling me, you were..."
X swallowed.
"...dead. I'm sure if we find someone we can get some answers, but in case they are hostile, I'd rather be able to keep you safe if that happens, my hand notwithstanding. The glass isn't the best kind of weapon, but it's at least better than nothing."
X laughed, though it was hollow; there was no humor in it. "Though to be frank with you, when I wanted to 'prove something', this wasn't what I had in mind. I just thought, 'we need a weapon. Glass can work.' I guess I'd figured I was a lot stronger than I thought, maybe hoped that my body wasn't like this."
He sighed. Really, he wasn't helping his own case, and to be frank, he was more than just a little ashamed of himself. That much could be seen on his face.
"I'm sorry. I was reckless, and it wasn't the way I should have acted. I guess even like this, my emotions sometimes run away with me. If that's what happened, anyway."