"If humans dream of sheep, and robots dream of Electric sheep...what do near comatose 90% prosthetic humanoids dream of?"
The question reverberated off of the walls within Sebastian's brain as he slept. "I would say that they dream of how Ravens are Writing-desks." "I agree, me, I have dreamed of that before." "Dream of it again, then." "Can't, lost me writin' arm." "How in the hell did I lose my writing arm?" "Giant robots." "Makes sense...did I punch it?" "Yes I did. Saved a girl too." "Nice! Wait...is that why I'm comatose-well, near comatose?" "Yep." "I need to wake up, and soon." "Why not now?" "Because I don't know. Giant robots?" "Or you want to keep pretending that you have a writing arm." "I can just use my armor. Brain signals, yo." "Then wake up, me!"

"YYyyyyahhhh, Noooo." Sebastian sat up in bed unexpectedly and collided with Brooklyn's head with his own. They both flew backwards, Sebastian going right back into the pillow, yelling, while Brooklyn stumbled back to her own bed, dazed. "Owwww...the fuck happened last night to give me this pounding headache?!" Her hand rubbed her forehead where he had struck it, "I'm sorry! I-- ... You don't remember?" Her eyes, one completely dark red and bloodshot, flicked over him still. "Uuuhhg.." He sat up and shook his head. "Wait...yyeah, yeah, I remember now. WAIT." He looked over to her and got up, nothing but underwear on, and tried to walk on his left leg, only to fall forward into her lap. He got up and looked at her. "YOur eye is bloodshot and you look horrible...but you're alive." Stabilizing him with her hands on his shoulders she pushed him back onto his own bed again, "Thanks," she grumbled, "Your mouth still seems to be working." She leaned forward to get a closer look at his leg.

He tried to use his left arm to sit next to her so she could get a better look. It was difficult as hell for him to move due to the immense soreness in his body, but he did it anyway. It was then he noticed his arm and how bad it actually was for him. "Oh...my arm is gone. Well, that's going to be fun. At least my armor can hook up to my brain." Brows knitted together she shifted and put a hand under his left knee, which was wrapped tightly, and tried to move the wraps and move the joint a litte to see what was going on. A warmth flooded over her supporting hand and she yanked it away. It came up smeared with red. She looked up at him with wide eyes.

"What... What did you do?"

"Oh, right, you were choking to death from smoke and large things being yanked out of you. If I remember correctly, I...I became scared." He broke eye contact and leaned on his good arm, on his thigh. Things were coming back to him quickly. "Jumped onto the scorpion mech, shattered my hand in breaking open the tungsten steel, lost my arm and exploded my knee from peeling back the armor, jumped in and punched everything until I broke you free and got you to safety only for the mech to explode and...I'm blank from then on, but judging from your lack of serious burns except for your shoulders and from the scorch marks on my skin, I'd say I shielded you..." "In a nutshell, I became scared. I could have just had DT cut it open using her precision laser, but...yeah, this is what happens when I become legitimately scared and angry at the same time. I uh...resort to my base tools." He flexed his hand, looking at it. Scars and marks adorning it. "Which reminds me. I'm going to punch Sev as hard as I can with my stub. Bastard told me to abandon you."

Slowly, she turned away from him and slouched. Her shoulders rose, taking a deep shaking breath, "May--" she cleared her throat, "Maybe you should have... Lay down," her voice cracked and she stood up, "I'll go see if I can find something better than the bandages for your knee." He stopped her, holding her arm. "Not going to do that." He spoke plainly. "I don't abandon friends. Not for any reason. I'll sacrifice myself first. " "I don't want you to sacrifice yourself," carefull not to look at him she sniffled and tried to wrench her arm away. He let go and let her walk away, feeling weak. "Don't care if you don't want me to sacrifice myself. I'm not going to abandon my friends. Especially ones like you that have proven that they aren't just a waste of space." She stopped a few feet from the door and wiped her face with the heel of her hand taking another deep breath and clearing her throat again, "... Thank you." "Anytime." He smiled, removing his mask and feeling his face. It was still scarred, but it wasn't more damaged than normal.

MEANWHILE...
Downstairs...
"CHUG, CHUG, CHUG, CHUG, CHUG, CHUG, CHUG...WAHAAAAYYY!" Sev was living it up, downing shots of rusty-oil in front of another robot. He was winning by a longshot. Rusty-oil was the robotic equivalent of heavy alcohol that will make a robot perform very slowly if too much is consumed.

MEANWHILE...
"Thank you for being so helpful Gabriel...I think in a couple days I'll be fine...hand me my satchel, please." He looked at where she pointed and grabbed her leather satchel for her. She opened it up as she lay on the bed and pulled out the heavy star, it had barely fit in there. "I think we'll all be out for a couple days...but I think taking the star back to the island will be the best choice. Give you a chance to train your dragon a bit...wow, I never thought I'd hear those words come out of my own mouth. Fascinating...."