Kisame exhaled. Great. Now the kid was totally fucking wrecked beyond repair.
Human duct tape. That's what he needed. And maybe some anti-bad-luck-spray cause this kid was just being cosmically boned karma wise.
****
Couldn't be. But it was. The A.I. ran the specs again, the facial recognition programs, the body type, the eyes.
Same eyes. Every last detail.
The eyes of the Gundam blazed green and the doors to the cockpit opened with a rain of dust and a few small, stubborn plants that had grown in the dust. Also a birds nest. Those poor eggs.
Deathscythe could not be bothered to care about the tenth generation of red breasted swizzel birds that it had just killed.
Well. Okay. A few hundred cycles were dedicated to composing a eulogy but that was all, and that was very little for an A.I. like it.
It waited. It had waited this long, it could wait another five minutes for it's piolet to return.
Six minutes would be pushing it, though.
****
Kisame blinked. "Well, that's different," he understated.