Distorted

[sixteenthgun]

[After the mysterious event in the last bit of the mission against the second Zehirut, Cobray has apparently returned to his regular self; meaning, no overlapping creepy voice and blue hair.

Having lost consciousness, he was taken to the infirmary, and now rests on a bed, looking frustrated.]

What...happened...?

Comments

[abugslife]

The reason you came to existence matters not. You are your own person, capable of forging his own destiny.

I would like to know what exactly happened during the time when you lost your memory, though.

[sixteenthgun]

My own...person...

[That gives him something to think about. Maybe in other organizations, having such a background revealed would have landed him in big trouble.

But in the meantime...]

I would like to know the answer to that as much as you do. No, maybe even more.

[abugslife]

I would like to know how did you summon Werkbau, as well. I thought you swore not to pilot that machine again. I thought you are scared of it.

[sixteenthgun]

That...

[That, he remembers.]

There was a voice...

It urged me to defy fate. I accepted, given the situation we were in.

[abugslife]

A familiar voice?