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Hope is the Thing with Feathers
That Perches in the Soul
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Every day, it becomes a routine in its own right that Robin wakes up, drinks her…bean water, and departs into the great oceans in a constant search of something. Whether that something is new clues about whatever happened to the ancient ship of fellow humans. About what happened to her sister.
Trying to find their components so they can come back to the physical world and get out of her head.
Robin…Robin…
A human whose mortality and general incompetence (At least compared to an Architect) meant absolutely nothing in the face of her determination (Read: Stubbornness). In truth, one could say they were impressed.
For she should have died many, many times.
Granted, it was good she didn’t , where would that leave them? Unable to leave her dying body and in turn dying alongside her. But more importantly, Robin would be dead . And they didn’t want that.
Because despite how inconvenient, thoughtless, utterly human it was, they have grown so soft for her.
It was a revelation that snuck up on them, and despite arguing with themself (Stars above, now they’re arguing with themself) it was increasingly clear that the sooner they accepted this, the sooner they could focus most of their attention back to the task at hand.
The emphasis on most of their attention being back to their main goal.
For a section of their own mind has been overtaken with any and all thought relating to Robin, from her former occupations and relations to Alterra, to the dreams she had when she was younger, and the way she talks about her mother and sister. That same sister who died on this planet.
That same sister who is the reason she’s even here in the first place.
They themself have never felt the sort of bond siblings have, they suppose they do have siblings of some kind, or, they did . But there was never that sort of affection present, they’ve never even met. Yet their mind stirs at how clear it was Robin loved her sister. Enough to throw away her own life on her homeplanet to come here, searching for her ghost and trying to find out what happened.
….Could they love someone like that…?
It was a rather useless question, but ruminating on it didn’t actually give them a useless answer. Architects had no need for the kind of relationships humans considered so paramount, and even still despite their newer thoughts on it they still believe humans are foolish for placing this much importance on such notions, but when they interact with Robin, or very subtly view safe memories in her mind, they know.
They’ve already fallen.