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[wears_a_torc]

Date of Thread: The day after the Kusanagi event.

Type of Thread: Voice

Er Professor Hastings? Are you-- [Ugh, even Knuckles knows that "Are you okay?" is a stupid question at this point.]

...

I thought I should see how you're doing, after everything that happened yesterday.

(ooc: I hope this is okay?)

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Fighting isn't rational.

[Knuckles agrees as he frowns at Robert's image, he's never seen anyone this shaken up after a fight before... except maybe Porker but even then...]

...Have you slept since I got you home?

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[This, Robert can agree on. Mostly. Even if part of him is starting to be able to consider self-defense.

At the question, he shakes his head a little.]

... I... h-have not exactly been able to.

[Not when Giles' shattered frame takes up his mind's space every time he tries...]

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[Knuckles' frown deepens] Professor, you know you have to sleep.

Or at least change out of that coat.

[Yes Knuckles totally fails at trying to comfort people. At least he didn't mention the blood he can see?]

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[The idea of changing out of his coat is minorly traumatic as well. But mostly Robert is just overwhelmed by everything and wants to curl up and cry for the whole week.]

... It... w-would probably be... e-easier if... [... If the mental image of Giles getting killed would stop replaying.] ... if I were less... disturbed.

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[Knuckles sighs and runs a hand though his dreads.] I'm no good at stuff like this, But...

I don't think your not going to feel more normal until you start trying to acting more normal. At least a little bit.

That's what the Emerald Hill folk did.

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[Acting normal. That would almost be funny to hear if Robert wasn't so depressed.]

...

I... am n-not certain how, but...

I suppose I can... t-try. [Maybe. It will likely be limited to him being mechanical with Don for awhile.]

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[It's the best he can do, sorry Professor.]

Tell me if there's anything I can do to help okay.

[semper_cogitans]

[Better than nothing! And at any rate, Robert appreciates Knuckles caring.]

I... I sh-shall.

Thank you... a-again, for your assistance.

You... you are alright yourself, I hope...? [Other than shaken. From fleeing a death robot, of course...]

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... [When he can only say "You don't have to thank" me so many times] You're welcome Professor.

[Death Robot's? Bah, they're old tat where he's from.]

I'm... [Still stuck here, alone. Far from his island, his emeralds, and his duty.] Fine. Thanks for asking.

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[He will thank you forever, Knuckles. He's doing the same to Giles.]

I... I h-hope that continues to remain true, then...

[Loneliness. Robert can sympathize. Maybe Robert will help to make that less.]

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I'll be fine Professor, I'm pretty tough.

[Knuckles will never admit to being lonely. Even to himself.]

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I... I would agree.

[He would have to be, to survive... what happened, without any damage at all that Robert can tell.]

... P-Perhaps... w-we shall speak again, later... at, at a better time...?

[For now, Robert really just wants to curl up and cry again.]

[wears_a_torc]

...If you'd like.

Take care of yourself Professor Hastings.