[in and out, he breathes, feeling as though he's in as many pieces as the microbots. he's let his walls slip, he's let his strength slip, and now he's paying the price for it. who knows how worse it'll be if he lets it go any further?
he can't do that. so while Tadashi's hands may connect with his shoulders, it's only a few seconds before he looks down, grimacing as he makes to pull himself together.]
Maybe not...but...it's better than the alternative.
[he's not willing to stop just yet.
microbots shift between them, rustling over to move Tadashi away- and then, down, moving him towards the street.
Robert's done carrying him. he can't take him any further, not with the microbots, and not with anything else. so he's doing the only thing that he can; getting him to a point where he can let go.]
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he can't do that. so while Tadashi's hands may connect with his shoulders, it's only a few seconds before he looks down, grimacing as he makes to pull himself together.]
Maybe not...but...it's better than the alternative.
[he's not willing to stop just yet.
microbots shift between them, rustling over to move Tadashi away- and then, down, moving him towards the street.
Robert's done carrying him. he can't take him any further, not with the microbots, and not with anything else. so he's doing the only thing that he can; getting him to a point where he can let go.]