[See him "like this"? Like what? What could she possibly be referring to...? Well, he finds out soon enough as Neo enters the room and finds the bed empty. His head cants to the side and he follows his systems' metrics to the next closest heat source— ah.
Sonic has taken to sleeping on the floor. Next to Neo's charger.
He feels— angry, maybe. Upset. Frustrated and hurt and devastated; all things he could have felt so much more clearly in Sonic's body that now seem like mere ghosts. They're present, certainly, but they're easier to control. To tamper down. After all, what good are any of those emotions right now? Sonic is clearly looking worse for the wear; he needs his sleep. Neo can wait a little longer to wake him. Still, he so desperately wants to run his claws through those quills, to let Sonic know that it's okay now, that he's here, that—
Ah, Dorothea's speaking. A-And calling Sonic his "sweetheart" which may be true but is sort of embarrassing...]
I am, yes. I have suffered no ill effects from returning and my body is in peak condition.
[Though whether that's because Sonic took care of it for him or because it was reformed(?) with him is unclear. Regardless, he's here, and that's what matters.]
How long has it been since I...
[He hesitates on the final word. There's really only one word for it, given he was in an organic body at the time. He died. He's been thinking of it as death and he's accepted it, but here and now... it's suddenly harder to do that. To think about the fact that he, a robot, managed to actually die. True, being completely destroyed would be the equivalent of killing him, but...
Now isn't the time for that. Neo shakes his head.]
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Sonic has taken to sleeping on the floor. Next to Neo's charger.
He feels— angry, maybe. Upset. Frustrated and hurt and devastated; all things he could have felt so much more clearly in Sonic's body that now seem like mere ghosts. They're present, certainly, but they're easier to control. To tamper down. After all, what good are any of those emotions right now? Sonic is clearly looking worse for the wear; he needs his sleep. Neo can wait a little longer to wake him. Still, he so desperately wants to run his claws through those quills, to let Sonic know that it's okay now, that he's here, that—
Ah, Dorothea's speaking. A-And calling Sonic his "sweetheart" which may be true but is sort of embarrassing...]
I am, yes. I have suffered no ill effects from returning and my body is in peak condition.
[Though whether that's because Sonic took care of it for him or because it was reformed(?) with him is unclear. Regardless, he's here, and that's what matters.]
How long has it been since I...
[He hesitates on the final word. There's really only one word for it, given he was in an organic body at the time. He died. He's been thinking of it as death and he's accepted it, but here and now... it's suddenly harder to do that. To think about the fact that he, a robot, managed to actually die. True, being completely destroyed would be the equivalent of killing him, but...
Now isn't the time for that. Neo shakes his head.]
Please, tell me what's happened since then.