"With that broken optic and those fresh welds? Not great, I'd imagine, but hopefully a little better than an hour ago."
Drift suppresses any reaction to that nickname, a mostly-involuntary smile, and he wonders with just a touch of secondhand embarrassment if this is what Wing had felt like, when they'd first met. But that just reminds him that Wing might be alive again, somehow, that he might have been captured by the slavers, and Drift has to force himself to focus on the now. He tilts his head to the side with a slight, noncommittal shrug.
"Enough for now. Don't worry about it." Drift leans back against the wall and crosses his arms to mask the growing restlessness in his mind. He needs to talk to Deadlock, Deadlock needs to talk to him, so he can start unraveling all this, get the answers he needs, but it means sharing some of his own, too. He doesn't think lying to Deadlock would pay off in the long run, but then...he's not sure how his past self will react to the truth, either.
But he can't dance around it forever. He takes a moment of stillness to center himself, watching Deadlock with quiet, unreadable optics, and then finally asks, "So, do I get a name yet?"
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Drift suppresses any reaction to that nickname, a mostly-involuntary smile, and he wonders with just a touch of secondhand embarrassment if this is what Wing had felt like, when they'd first met. But that just reminds him that Wing might be alive again, somehow, that he might have been captured by the slavers, and Drift has to force himself to focus on the now. He tilts his head to the side with a slight, noncommittal shrug.
"Enough for now. Don't worry about it." Drift leans back against the wall and crosses his arms to mask the growing restlessness in his mind. He needs to talk to Deadlock, Deadlock needs to talk to him, so he can start unraveling all this, get the answers he needs, but it means sharing some of his own, too. He doesn't think lying to Deadlock would pay off in the long run, but then...he's not sure how his past self will react to the truth, either.
But he can't dance around it forever. He takes a moment of stillness to center himself, watching Deadlock with quiet, unreadable optics, and then finally asks, "So, do I get a name yet?"