Deckerd stared down at his hands where they rested in his lap. His thoughts were less clouded than they had been initially, but far from what it had been before. His hands still shook and he tired easily if he tried walking around, which was yet another source of endless frustration. Added to that he sometimes could've sworn that he was still losing time, but he was so confused to start with that it was often hard to tell.
And the memories of that conversation with Six... it hasn't worked. He'd nearly died for nothing. Terrified Gunmax and Six and Starscream for nothing.
He looked up when he heard Gunmax come in, then back down.He didn't know what to say. He never did. After a moment, he lifted up the datapad in his lap. ::You said I could use your spare datapad when you aren't here. I tried organizing your homescreen,:: he said tiredly, but his smile twitched up into an attempt at a smile, ::but I think that is beyond anyone's skills.::
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Date: 2024-10-14 04:55 pm (UTC)And the memories of that conversation with Six... it hasn't worked. He'd nearly died for nothing. Terrified Gunmax and Six and Starscream for nothing.
He looked up when he heard Gunmax come in, then back down.He didn't know what to say. He never did. After a moment, he lifted up the datapad in his lap. ::You said I could use your spare datapad when you aren't here. I tried organizing your homescreen,:: he said tiredly, but his smile twitched up into an attempt at a smile, ::but I think that is beyond anyone's skills.::