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βWhen life is confusing, beating up a turtle is only gonna hurt your hand and the poor turtle too.β
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|| Diamond in the Rough|| The Nearly Deads ||
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|| Diamond in the Rough|| The Nearly Deads ||
Io gave her best smile Callisto's direction. "Hello!" She waved at Jace too, a little bit scared of the combat unit due to the time they had their fight. Io never wanted to fight, she just wanted to talk to her but in the end Jace chose violence. Io didn't really like violence, there was a reason she only focused on getting Cali out of the Uprising instead of trying to hurt anyone. Well, it didn't matter - it was time to go to GENOS and see her corpse. During the hovercraft ride she gazed out the window, looking in wonder at the city she apparently called home. Port Viridi Island was a technological wonder, a manmade island, a haven for technology and progress.
A strange man immediately hugged her as she stepped out of the vehicle. A woman was there too, with her team and Hymnos who Io was no longer connected to. The administration unit seemed a bit sad as she looked at her and Callisto, her ideal of making androids happy was impossible if she couldn't connect to two of them. The man who wrapped Io in his arms introduced himself as Metis, and he knew that she lost most of her memories. Io gulped, gladly being set free from the embrace. "It's nice to meet you." Io said politely, not sure how else to react. Callisto wanted them to get along with the body so Io dutifully followed. How was she supposed to feel about all of this? Io didn't know, honestly. It all felt alien to her, she didn't even remember being human in the first place.
And there was the human Io in the cryo chamber, her reddish blonde hair floating about like a cloud around her head, her eyes shut, bags around the corners of them. It was clear this girl had lived a hard, stressful life, the android could tell just by looking at her. She was dead now - but Io was here and she didn't really understand all that well. How was she feeling? Solemn? Disquieted? Disturbed? "Goodbye, the me I never knew." Io mumbled, touching her hand to the glass in the hopes that maybe something would happen. Maybe memories would unlock and she would finally understand. In the end, though, none of that came to pass.
"...Not really, I guess." Io said after some thought. If seeing her like this wasn't going to magically bring her memories back then nothing would. "What were our parents like?" Io frowned, trying to remember those who birthed her but nothing, not even a shadow of remembrance graced her mind. Metis seemed uncomfortable with her question. "I'm sure they're going to be sad that one of their children is dead." She looked at the human Callisto, but nothing came back to her either, her twin sister floating in the pod, so fragile and ill. "Should we go see them?" She asked Metis and Callisto, feeling bad about all of this.