CloneMedicKix

Echo picks up on your face, smacks his lips and nervously licks over them again. He tries to say something twice before he actually finds the words. “After I was...extracted from the Techno Union...when I was at the medbay...whenever the door opened...I expected him to come in...with that smug look on his face and that...that fucking goatee...and smile at me like nothing happened...maybe tell me that I look like shit...or how much the ladies would go for a cyborg...and tell me he won't accept another excuse from me to not join him in the 79's anymore.” Echo swallows another time. “But he never came.” Echo grunts and breathes in loudly – he only squeezes the words out now. “You can't imagine how many times that damn door opened.” Echo sounds almost angry. “You can't imagine how many times that door opened and that fucker wasn't there...when he should have been.” Echo clenches his jaw and breathes heavily and you realize that even though he's not sobbing a single tear escaped his right eye. He raises his right arm almost automatically and realizes too late that he has a scomp now where his hand is supposed to be. “Fuck!” he curses tonelessly and you gently wipe away the tear from his face while you tear up yourself. You have never seen him like this...