Conclusion

[voidtreckermods]

Thank you.

For those inside the system the voices of the Great-Seasons ring out around them once the red mass has vanished and the blue plinth it was smothering is freed once more. They don't have all that much time to reflect on that before they find themselves waking up once more in their bodies around the tree trunks.

Or at least, around the tube that is the Great-Season they entered through. All illusions have vanished now, all that is left are pipes and metal.

The Great-Seasons allow them passage out from the centre, no sentries or pipes attack them this time. Everything seems to have been put to rights, the walls in the Autumn sector have stopped moving, there is no strange weather effects in the Summer Sector, no engineering problems in Winter and all the camaloid creatures in Spring are calm. Any Helpmates they come across are doing their jobs and no longer malfunctioning.

After a small amount of time, enough to check that all is well, their SCA's light up. All Passengers are to return to the Voidtrecker Express.

Considering the vast distances involved it is probably best that they use the evacuation function to return to the Luggage carriage.

Once all Voidtreckers have returned the train returns to the Void once more.

Comments

[bakegarasu]

There's a faint part of him that wants to cry, but the static is drowning it out. "... Just gonna get hurt. Shot, or something else. I'll fail at protecting you, too."

That's what he did, he failed. Just like he expected, just like he always does.

[worthallthis]

"Pal, I got a bulletproof metal arm and I heal three times as fast as everyone else," Soldat says wearily. "Even if I did get hurt or shot. I'd be fine. Besides, death doesn't stick here. We just come back. So don't worry, okay?"

[bakegarasu]

"... I don't want you to have to go through pain." If this is even a little bit what physical pain is like, he doesn't want anyone he cares about to feel like this, ever.

[worthallthis]

They sag a little against the counter, giving Otoha a little smile. "That's a kind thought. I feel like that a lot, myself. But most of us are used to a little pain, Otoha. Me, I'm used to even more than most. I promise, I'll be fine."

[bakegarasu]

"..." He lets out a long, slow breath. "I... okay. Just... you can back out at any time." He knows he's a lot to deal with. He's already being a lot to deal with.

[worthallthis]

Seriously, this guy's handlers have done fucking number on him. He's worse than Sora on Sora's worst days. Soldat wants to be angry again, but they're too tired for it right now. Maybe later. (Yes. Don't like it either, huh, Asset? Yes.)

They push off from the counter and approach, slow and cautious, to put the flesh hand on Otoha's wrist if the man lets him. "Thanks. That's a real nice thought. But pretty sure I'm not going anywhere."

[bakegarasu]

He doesn't pull away, and doesn't flinch. "... Mm." Maybe he says that now, but...

"... I interrupted your meal."

[worthallthis]

"Yeah. And you probably won't be the last person to do that, either." They curl their fingers around his wrist gently, a grip warm but loose enough to pull out of, then let go and meander back to the rest of their toast. It's cold now, but frankly, they don't care.