[The Soldier furrows his brow beneath the mask. The words echo through his mind, like that name, dig under his skin and enrage him. No. He's a soldier, nothing else, nothing like this Buck. The words' familiarity are nothing but a wrench in the system, a disrupted signal to be corrected with more wipes, more injections, more something.
However, a part of him doesn't. A distant part of him reaches for the echo, for the hint of something more than the Soldier and the programming. He shakes his head to dismiss the whispers that threaten to distract him.
The two pieces collide, they clash and burn and the Soldier takes a step forward, his grip on his rifle white-knuckled.]
You won't. [He repeats, his tone tighter and laced with anger.]
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However, a part of him doesn't. A distant part of him reaches for the echo, for the hint of something more than the Soldier and the programming. He shakes his head to dismiss the whispers that threaten to distract him.
The two pieces collide, they clash and burn and the Soldier takes a step forward, his grip on his rifle white-knuckled.]
You won't. [He repeats, his tone tighter and laced with anger.]