Thread: Ruin And Rebirth (Mech Pilot and darkangel76)

For a moment, the hybrid thought the girl wouldn't answer him. She was clearly panicking, all color drained from her face, and it was obvious that violence wasn't something she was used to. He almost feel pity for her, but it was something else that stirred inside of him. He hadn't seen much humans in such a distressed situation before. Human emotions were something he had studied, in a very academic standpoint, as his stasis pod unloaded information for him to memorize and learn. Only a few of them he had experienced first hand since leaving the pod, and hardly anything as strong as what she was feeling. He could explain it all the adrenaline discharge, along with other chemicals, which caused her heart to race, her blood to drain from her face and her need for air to abruptly increase. Trembling limbs, sweaty palms, dry throat, wet eyes. It was all there, and he could understand it all the biological aspects perfectly. Except for what it felt like. So why was he bothered by it? It was true that he learned to see humans in a rather lenient fashion, but still never felt any obligation to help them or had ever been concerned with their emotional state before. Was that concern even? Pity? Compassion? It was a feeling, obviously, as he had no logical reason to worry about what was happening with her or with her friends. He considered it to be impossible, being a creature of pure logic and reason, incapable of feelings. So it could only be a feeling, something irrational and basic, akin to instinct. A little part of him, maybe some shred of humanity, was capable to relate to her in a very basic level of understanding. Even if unaware as to why, he felt he should help her even if the only logical reason for it was that he could. She finally managed to speak though, making the dark haired male to wonder if she wouldn't stab herself trying to put away the knife. He was glad that she managed to do it without incidents. The sound of the ongoing scuffle further back reached his ears, and he supposed that if he was going to help her group, he should better go at once, so he would actually have anyone still alive to save. But it was the sound of her voice which really grabbed his attention. It was soft, a bit shaky from her current state, but still with a nice ring to it, in his ears at least. Normally, his very acute hearing tended to turn human voices into something very sharp and bothersome, but hers was so soft that the clarity of his hearing sense only made it more pleasant. Don't mention it. They probably deserved it, anyway. - he replied, throwing a side glace to the now passed out duo. She was clearly so disturbed by the events that she could barely explain what had transpired before his appearance. She was talking about oranges? Really? - I understand. You came to trade and they attacked you. It happens. - he stated, and got back to the bike. She wasn't from the nearest settlement, but at least she agreeded to help him get his water. It was good enough for him. The other group had attacked him anyway, so he needed no more reason to beat them up. It good enough. Before climbing in his vehicle, he picked up his backpack and threw it to her. Here, you take care of this. Don't lose it. - the raven haired young man got on top of the bike and ignited the engine that once again roared back to life. - Hop on, little girl. Let's save your friends. - he looked at her through his shades, his red eyes almost glowing behind it, not in the slightest concerned about jumping right into a fight they were completely outnumbered for. War was his art, and that place was his new canvas.