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Iskall grumbled to himself, stumbling into the storage container he called home before collapsing onto his bed. He reached up to his face to unscrew his robotic eye from its socket, disconnecting the wires inside and watching it go dark. It’d been glitching out all day, practically blinding him with random flashes and just generally malfunctioning.
She sighed in relief now that it was out and no longer bombarding her senses with both too much and too little information at the same time, somehow. Iskall looked down at the machine in her hands, tapping at its glass. This was gonna be a pain to fix.