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[Deleting people is Rinzler's function. It's why he exists. The enforcer doesn't bother responding. It's not like he's going anywhere, and the user will either show up or it won't.]

[Miller doesn't take long to get down there. He's been taking stock of the areas on the ship, even new as he is. He can figure out where to find him.]

Hello?

[Gruffly spoken, voice gravelly as he tries to keep it low.]

So... no critical damage. But is there still some?

[Certainly Rinzler's not going to be making himself hard to find. The program's lights are a little dimmer than before, noised pitched at what seems to be a semi-permanent growl. Still, if Rinzler's currently unhappy with everything ever, Miller doesn't seem to have been assigned any particular grudge. The helmet turns towards him once they manage line of sight, acknowledging the greeting with a hesitant dip.

More hesitation follows. That isn't the question he expected, and if the lack of interrogation is a nice change, nothing good ever comes from showing weakness. Still, it's not as if he's in a position to hide much. Dull red-orange gleams as the enforcer shrugs, revealing a slice in his side, lit faintly from within. It looks fairly shallow, though the cracks spidering outwards, geometric and precise, might be more reason for concern.]

[He takes a look through, staring at the slice. If he needed confirmation of Rinzler's artificial nature, that's enough. But still... Something about him... Miller wants to think he's a person.]

Does it hurt?

[They can't just leave him without fixing him, can they? But at the internal question, his right hand, though absent, aches. Of course he can be left like that.]

...I guess the appropriate question is, is it disruptive enough to want it fixed?

[Of course it hurts. But the black helmet's only just begun to tip uncertainly to the side (why is it asking) when Miller's second question makes it out and Rinzler freezes. No.

He doesn't need to be recoded. He doesn't need to be fixed. They don't have the permissions, and they don't have the right, and as his shoulders tighten inwards, he can feel the empty space between them far too keenly. Rinzler isn't permitted to look at his own disk code, much less allow anyone besides his admin to change it. But even if these users had the access, it's not something he would want. Hands prying through his functions, deciding what to edit and correct...

The flinch is badly hidden, and followed immediately by a sharp shake of the enforcer's head. No, it's not disruptive. He's run for much longer with much worse (true), and whatever they're planning to do with him, he can endure it without that.]

You know, a lot of people tell me I should get a new arm... a new leg.

Haven't decided I'm ready to have that be a part of me yet. I don't know how it works with you. I think people can underestimate how difficult that is. [Being "fixed". Having to decide that something that hurts is okay to be repaired. In Miller's case, it's definitely far different. Somewhere between penance and mourning. But it's still there, that reluctance.]

[Strange as it is, talking to Rinzler makes him miss talking to the other Boss. He never talked as much as the original. His questions terse, his body going through the motions of being something he wasn't. Miller talked to him more than that Snake spoke back, by a long shot.]

[Rinzler doesn't talk at all. Maybe he's more like Quiet in that aspect but... he doesn't know what he sees here that he doesn't see in her.]

Anything I can get you that will make it easier?

[The tension in the enforcer's hunch is slow to leave. Rinzler doesn't know the details of the user's injury, but he doubts it's very much the same. Users aren't code. They aren't a weapon to be edited or used. Rinzler might not be their weapon, but he's painfully aware, especially now, of how powerless he is to stop them from changing that or anything. They have his disks.

But if the comparison doesn't quite align... there's no threat to it, at least. Almost the opposite. He's not sure why the user bothers. Thinking they're alike, looking for experience that matches. It's not the first time, but in the last system, Rinzler had been trapped inside a user body. Of course mistakes would have been made.

Here... he doesn't know what Miller sees either.

A beat of hesitation, and Rinzler shakes his head. The guards aren't stupid enough to give his disks back, and somehow he doesn't expect asking would go well. For him or for this user.]

That's fine. [He says, nodding where Rinzler can see it. Then shifts uncomfortably.]

[It's odd because he wants to do something. Every way this... whatever he is, Program? Program has responded suggest that he's sentient. He couldn't tolerate this shit from Quiet. A weapon herself, unable to speak because of the pathogen she carried if she did. But there was something about her, nefarious and manipulative in his eyes if no one else's (mostly that she was a tool of Cipher as the rest of the Skulls were.)]

[Rinzler here... he wonders what made him silent.]

I know you probably won't ask. But if you want something [something he can get, anyway] tell me.

[Uncomfortable shifting seems to be a shared activity. Rinzler's mask stays low, noise quieting back to its usual volume. Wants shouldn't matter. If he's weak enough to be defeated, he deserves any consequences. Still, the lag draws out a little longer, and another line of text appears.]

Available data.

[Congratulations—that's even vaguer than Rinzler's usual. Still, given the topic, there's not a lot of 'data' he could mean. Rinzler wants to know what's going to happen to him. If Miller overhears.

It's certainly not anything the program would expect to be informed of.]

Available data on what?

[Vague doesn't really help him at first, and the context is vague. But... come to think of it, Rinzler couldn't really want anything for entertainment down here.]

[Rinzler shrugs, shoulders tightening defensively. It's hard to tell past the mask, but if the way it's angled is much sign, he's definitely not looking at Miller.]

Consequences.

[The display snaps shut almost as soon as the word's legible, helmet turning further away. He knows it's glitched to ask. Worse, stupid. Whatever reason they had for leaving him online, he'll find out when it happens, and if the users are any good, knowing won't make a difference in the end. But Rinzler hates waiting, and he hates wondering more.]

Yeah.

I'll find that out.

[Seems easy enough. Odd that Rinzler isn't exactly looking at him. Almost like he's ashamed. Probably not of what he did, though.]

And I'll send you a message. [And with that, he turns to leave.]

[The enforcer's hands stay at his side, no move to reactivate the MID. Still, as Miller's leaving, he might catch a stilted nod in his periphery. Acknowledgement? Probably. Given Rinzler, looking for anything else is generally wasted effort.

Even if it is just awkward enough for a 'thank you'.]

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/wordvomits at you

Wordvomit yay!

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