[ pitiful thing, his voice cracks straight through, but it's enough to wrench him out of the fugue he'd put himself in. his prosthetic fist grinds against the ground like a support as the other comes up, swiping at the air as if to sweep Ratio's argument off the proverbial table. ]
His heart remains the same, but you... was it you who did that to him? Ratio! You were meant to be better than this thing you are now.
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[ pitiful thing, his voice cracks straight through, but it's enough to wrench him out of the fugue he'd put himself in. his prosthetic fist grinds against the ground like a support as the other comes up, swiping at the air as if to sweep Ratio's argument off the proverbial table. ]
His heart remains the same, but you... was it you who did that to him? Ratio! You were meant to be better than this thing you are now.