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DB: *won't really hear the exchange between them - Yuuta approaches and he /darts/ off the other way, only to be lunged at (okay, maybe not) by CFN-139 - with a /yelp/, he ducks and spins away, stumbling back into a corner* DON'T TOUCH ME! 139, what the hell are you even /doing/ here!? We're supposed to capture these people and destroy this place. /You/ people just fight and destroy everything! YOU'RE THE REAL MONSTERS! */sobs/ and sinks down to curl up behind his knees* I-I don't understand! What's going on!?
Maximus: *foot /stomps/ down in front of Drill Boy, but he doesn't touch the bot* My /name/ is Maximus, Drill Boy. And I'm here because these people /freed/ me from "Mother" just like they just freed you. Think, kid, /listen/, I can /hear/ the Hameln song playing now, can't you? They've realized you're gone and are trying to make you come back...is it /working/, hm?
DB: */YELPS/ at the stomp, head slamming back into the wall as he looks up, optics bright . . . he looks at the door, around the room, at the engineers, at Yuuta, finally back up at Maximus* H-how? Mothe-…F-fahrzeug embedded that slave circuit in /all/ Fahrzeugronnes…
Maximus: *smirks* They removed it. *taps a finger to Drill Boy's forehead.* The part that left us at their mercy whenever that song plays, anyway. So unless you /choose/ to hurt these people, or do something stupid in your panic to not hurt them, you're not going to end up forced to just attack them.
Yuuta: *steps up, touching Max's ankle, just a gesture of thanks for...getting DB to calm down to listen.* You're going to be okay, Drill Boy. Promise. *he'll try moving to DB again, hands out as though /wanting/ to touch the Brave*
DB: *chin tucks, shying from the tap, but doesn't otherwise resist, gaze locked on the Chieftain... gaze shifts to Yuuta . . . then he tucks back behind his knees with another sob* I-I'm sorry, Boss. I’m sorry…I'm sorry…
Yuuta: Shhh. Shhh, it’s not your fault. *he HUGS DB’s ankle as best he can* You don’t need to apologize to me. Hey. Hey, Drill Boy, look at me, please? *has pulled back enough to look up at him*