Sechs' shoulders briefly slumped with disappointment at Taura's answer, but he didn't let that stifle his ambition to recover. "Whether they got the message or not, I'm gonna give it to them myself as soon as possible! Even if I have to go back to the institute in these damn crutches!" he exclaimed, giving one of the crutches a hard knock against the floor.
The Replica couldn't help but smirk at Taura's description, instantly recognizing the similarities between their origins. "Heh, that sounds a lot like the city above my hometown!" Sechs said, recounting the floating city of Tiphares. "All nice and shiny on the outside with the whole Utopian vibe to it. But when I was last there, the whole population was having this big bloody meltdown over brain chips..."
By then, Sechs had finally reached his cot. "Damnit, my back!" He turned on the spot and carefully lowered himself down on the bed with a loud grunt. "Whew, that's better..." Pushing the crutches beneath the cot for later use (and to hide them from disapproving caretakers), Sechs gingerly rubbed at his sore legs and back. "Marc should be here somewhere," he replied, stretching his legs out with another pained wheeze. "This courthouse is the Headquarters for the rebels, so he'd be doing most of the work and planning here."
Pulling his legs up onto one end of the cot, Sechs carefully laid his back down with a gruff sigh. "I'd help ya find him, but I gotta rest here for a bit. You can go ahead and look for him if you want. He shouldn't be too hard to find if he's still here."
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The Replica couldn't help but smirk at Taura's description, instantly recognizing the similarities between their origins. "Heh, that sounds a lot like the city above my hometown!" Sechs said, recounting the floating city of Tiphares. "All nice and shiny on the outside with the whole Utopian vibe to it. But when I was last there, the whole population was having this big bloody meltdown over brain chips..."
By then, Sechs had finally reached his cot. "Damnit, my back!" He turned on the spot and carefully lowered himself down on the bed with a loud grunt. "Whew, that's better..." Pushing the crutches beneath the cot for later use (and to hide them from disapproving caretakers), Sechs gingerly rubbed at his sore legs and back. "Marc should be here somewhere," he replied, stretching his legs out with another pained wheeze. "This courthouse is the Headquarters for the rebels, so he'd be doing most of the work and planning here."
Pulling his legs up onto one end of the cot, Sechs carefully laid his back down with a gruff sigh. "I'd help ya find him, but I gotta rest here for a bit. You can go ahead and look for him if you want. He shouldn't be too hard to find if he's still here."