This mornings actions had all but taken their toll on Nathan, seeing him briskly pick up the part to his dismantled comrade and rush off to the nearest work bench. He seemed to not recognize anything else around him, only grabbing what tools he needed before working in dead silence. If he had been beaten by the captain, he would've preferred it- having spent years being beaten an broken by his former captors, but being without Faris: his one true friend through out those dark days? That was more than he could bear. This work would continue for continue for awhile, seeming to take great care in the reconstruction.

	"Damnit, Faris. I told you," Nathan whispered under his breath, fitting the mother board in place on it's on both the top and bottom side of the board before them in place, "That was too close... Remind me to start revamping your AI." Then it was back to the silence, his creation slowly taking on the look of it's former form. In about two hours time, the reconstructed Faris sat before him- though still idle upon the counter as his mechanical limbs lay sprawled out from his central body. Yet, as he let out a sigh of relief, one could tell Nathan was almost hesitant to reactivate his companion. 'The board and memory hit the ground pretty hard... What if he damaged a circuit or capacitor? Granted I could find another one later, but I'd have to completely rewrite his programming. It wouldn't be the same Faris," These thoughts would echo inside the mechanics mind as he continued to look down.

	"Well... Here goes nothing," Reaching over, he fastened the last bit of cabling to the motherboard and sealed up the body with one final screw. Pausing for a moment, his hand would raise to the communicator beside his head, pressing along the side as the device lit up with a bright blue light, "Faris, wake up." He spoke aloud into the come just shy of the corner of his mouth. No response.

	"Faris. Wake up." Still nothing

	In a small fit of rage, he'd slam his fist upon the bench on either side of the creation, now yelling into the mic, "Faris! GET UP!" As if provoked by his anger, the little automaton lept to it's feet, and began skittering around as if looking for something. As it's optical sensor slowly rounded towards the form of it's master; the little machine would move it's self to Nathan's hand, and begin climbing up to his shoulder. For the first time since he had began working, it seemed that Nathan was completely at ease now, "I shold've left you disassembled. Giving me a heart-attack like that."