[Programming makes it easier. In a lot of ways, actually. Where she flinches he can compensate, mostly. Lessens the damage of digging out metal-- which he does, by the way-- his own inorganic arm soaked through to the sensors up to his knuckles as he finally draws back, sliver of silver in hand.
It doesn't come until afterwards, until he goes to keep score for the both of them, that he realizes he'd been holding his breath.] One down.
Two to go. [Metal chip dropped unceremoniously to the ground beside her.] Stay with me, kiddo.
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It doesn't come until afterwards, until he goes to keep score for the both of them, that he realizes he'd been holding his breath.] One down.
Two to go. [Metal chip dropped unceremoniously to the ground beside her.] Stay with me, kiddo.