The pain. The searing pain. The familiar feeling of blacking out. But this time...he knew he wasn't going to be the end. The transition happened. A disconnection, as his nerves flared up, misbehaving. Bug let out a drawn out sigh as a trembling hand yanked his visor and nearly tore it apart as he pried it out of his face, a gritty snarl on his face.

[i]I need to work out on my physical. I won't let this go any longer. Mema-ke, you're going to be a pain in the ass and I'm going to make sure I will be a pain in your ass too.[/i] 

An steely gaze met the ceiling of the room as Bug roused his body. Too quick, powering through misbehaving synapses and pain, like a badly strung puppet. He got to his feet, heavy breaths due to the strain but no sign of heaving or vomiting urges. He would not [i]allow[/i] his body to misbehave in front of his superiors. 

[i]"I failed...I failed...everyone."[/i] A female voice was heard near him. How many times he had heard it before. How many times he had said that same sentence to himself. Forcing his body to stand up and approach, his knee became jelly, and he fell face first into the ground as he crawled out of his sim bed, a cut lip sending metallic taste in his mouth.

[i]You are my vessel. OBEY ME.[/i] He chastised his own frayed body, who still bore scars within, even if they had healed those without. The legs weren't responding at first, so he crawled towards Elora, his useless limbs flailing until his hands got a shaky grasp in a metal support. His legs ceased wailing and the seizure came to an end. He wiped his bloody lip with his sleeve. He had to be presentable.

"No. You did not fail. You will live and learn." Bug said, solemnly to Elora. The prince stood up, shakily. "And you bugged the simulation. That is a major...feature." He said, as he recalled the earlier chatter. He let out a deep breath. He reached for a handkerchief, his hands still shaky, but determined, as he handed it to her.

[i]She's just an asset that needs to properly...handled.[/i] He callously thought, trying to excise the alarming feeling of sympathy that he thought he had exiled in a dark corner of his mind. Sympathy got him wounded. Sympathy had gotten people killed. This was a crooked war of crooked people.

And he could see she was trying. But she was aimless.

"Wipe off your tears. You need to keep seeing. You're an intel officer aren't you? I guess there will be a chewing of this after all. So learn. Take the torch of those before you." Bug said to Elora. "Lorenzo thinks you can do it, and I think i know what he has seen in you. And look..." He added, his shaky finger pointing at the screen.

"That stupid horse maniac is still on the fight, and he's not going down easily." He added, pointing at the screen and the comms.
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