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((OOC: RedStoneMikey, please stop saying stuff like "and saw their concern", that's powergaming. A pretty damn low form of powergaming XD I know, but powergaming nonetheless. We'll decide how our characters feel, k? k.))

Zephyrus admired his new bronze chassis. "Thank you, sir Lukas. I d-d-d-do hope it doesn't-n't wear as quickly as the last-t-t-t one." Though, there was something he enjoyed about the rustic look. It seemed to suit him. Like a birth mark on a human. However despite Lukas's kindness, Zephyrus held a deep interest for Kyrian and felt quite betrayed by Lukas when he said that they didn't need him. Oh, there was no doubt it was true. Jason was tearing up the place again with Drago and probably needed more assistance than anyone. Either or, Zephyrus carried no true interest in him as of yet. When there is a man with a spaceship, there's not much room to think about the guy who keeps bringing Mr Destructo every time he shows up.

So Zephyrus stood, staring at Kyrian. He had a handful of rocks in one hand, and his other hand holding the latch for his Chest-Chest open. Lukas would probably not want to talk to him. But he didn't imply anything about watching him.

SPACESHIP. SPACE. STARS. REACH. HE IS THE ANSWER.

Zephyrus whirred his head to Lukas, who was picking up some more minerals.

SIR LUKAS REQUIRES MY ASSISTANCE. INWARD BATTLE BETWEEN DREAMS AND LOYALTY.

AM I HAVING A MID-LIFE CRISIS?