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Deadlock looked down at the pardon in his hand, official and sighed by the Prime and everything. He was free to do what he wanted, go where he wanted, and be who he wanted.
It was just that there was nowhere to go, no one to see, and no one to be anymore.
“Deadlock?” Ratchet’s voice interrupted his thoughts before they could really get going.
“Yeah?”
“I’m heading to… actually, I’m not sure yet. I was going to find someplace to set up a clinic.” Ratchet cycled hsi vents. “Do you… Will you…”
“Can’t answer ‘less you ask, Ratch.”
“You wanna come with me? Leave the ghosts in Iacon where they belong?”
Deadlock looked down at the pardon again for a klik before stowing it in his subspace. Then he nodded. “Yeah, let’s go. Ain’t like standing around will bring ‘em back, anyway.”