[Ankh's eyes widen as he he watches the window shatter in front of him and hears something else shatter off to his side. He whips around in time to see the pieces of C-ta fall to the ground. Interesting.
The medal immediately catches his attention, and he moves closer to find it's a Peacock core, clearly one of his. Also interesting. With the way this place had made him something more human, he couldn't tell whether he already had any of his medals or not. He leans down to pick it up, and as he does, he's struck with a sudden memory. He knows now that he wasn't immediately destroyed when his core was cracked, that he made his way through a forest bleeding out cell medals until he collapsed against a tree. When he comes back to reality, he looks at the medal in his hand... and realises he can't feel it there. There's no texture when he runs his thumb over it, like his hand has gone numb.
His eyes go wide and he throws the medal across the room, watching it bounce off the wall with a small clinking sound. He can see and hear fine, at least, but... but. He looks at his hand, clenching it into a fist, trying to feel where his fingernails scratch against his skin. Throwing away the medal didn't help at all. ...so this is how this is going to go, is it? Slowly, he goes and picks up the medal from where it landed on the ground, stashing it in a pocket, and then he makes his way back to the restaurant. He wants another popsicle.]
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The medal immediately catches his attention, and he moves closer to find it's a Peacock core, clearly one of his. Also interesting. With the way this place had made him something more human, he couldn't tell whether he already had any of his medals or not. He leans down to pick it up, and as he does, he's struck with a sudden memory. He knows now that he wasn't immediately destroyed when his core was cracked, that he made his way through a forest bleeding out cell medals until he collapsed against a tree. When he comes back to reality, he looks at the medal in his hand... and realises he can't feel it there. There's no texture when he runs his thumb over it, like his hand has gone numb.
His eyes go wide and he throws the medal across the room, watching it bounce off the wall with a small clinking sound. He can see and hear fine, at least, but... but. He looks at his hand, clenching it into a fist, trying to feel where his fingernails scratch against his skin. Throwing away the medal didn't help at all. ...so this is how this is going to go, is it? Slowly, he goes and picks up the medal from where it landed on the ground, stashing it in a pocket, and then he makes his way back to the restaurant. He wants another popsicle.]