Targen was fine, standing over the being he had killed. He went over to Rory, helping the robot up. He appeared undamaged, except for a few stretches to his paint work, but Rory had long since discarded any attachment to his paint work, which had indeed faded over the long time since he had been built. 

Shakuntala shook her head, starting to cry. She had never taken another's life before, not even an animal, and the healer spirit within her cringed at this. She let her head drop into her bloodied hands, shaking