[his lip curls at that 'warning', but he can't deny it. it's the last Hiro sees of his visage, though, before the microbots swarm to cover his face and then lock themselves in place.
he doesn't want to be seen like this.
he doesn't want to be here.
Tadashi is between him and the exit.
gathering himself in full, he holds up some of the aforementioned notes - the microbots have pulled the rest back in - in affirmation of Hiro's claim, and begins sending the machines out- the ones not gathered upon him directly begin making their path out of the garage, sticking to the sides of the exit to stay as far away from Tadashi as possible.
unfortunately, he can't do the same; when he turns around to leave, though, the mask and the mantle do an exceedingly well job of hiding any sort of expression or feeling that could give him away.]
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he doesn't want to be seen like this.
he doesn't want to be here.
Tadashi is between him and the exit.
gathering himself in full, he holds up some of the aforementioned notes - the microbots have pulled the rest back in - in affirmation of Hiro's claim, and begins sending the machines out- the ones not gathered upon him directly begin making their path out of the garage, sticking to the sides of the exit to stay as far away from Tadashi as possible.
unfortunately, he can't do the same; when he turns around to leave, though, the mask and the mantle do an exceedingly well job of hiding any sort of expression or feeling that could give him away.]