[ It doesn't matter. That's what he wants to say. If he can't choose to stay here forever but he can't take his brother home ... what's the point of it all? How does he look towards the future when he has no idea what he can do with it?
It's not that different from home, he knows. Reality doesn't have any guarantees either. But it's harder here. If he could at least take his memories of his brother with him...
None of that makes it past his lips. When he opens his mouth to speak, the only thing that comes out is a quiet sob. He leans into Baymax's fingertips as pathetic little tears roll down his face.
It's all data, it's not real, but his human instincts are strong even in dataspace. What is real is his own flood of desperation in regret, a smaller rising tide in comparison to Baymax's split-second surge. A few flickering images make it past the sheer emotions leaking out of him: his brother, always strong and faithful. Pulling him out of a locker as a kid. Helping him with science projects. Their very last talk on a bridge near the expo hall. The heat of the flames and the explosion knocking him to the ground... ]
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It's not that different from home, he knows. Reality doesn't have any guarantees either. But it's harder here. If he could at least take his memories of his brother with him...
None of that makes it past his lips. When he opens his mouth to speak, the only thing that comes out is a quiet sob. He leans into Baymax's fingertips as pathetic little tears roll down his face.
It's all data, it's not real, but his human instincts are strong even in dataspace. What is real is his own flood of desperation in regret, a smaller rising tide in comparison to Baymax's split-second surge. A few flickering images make it past the sheer emotions leaking out of him: his brother, always strong and faithful. Pulling him out of a locker as a kid. Helping him with science projects. Their very last talk on a bridge near the expo hall. The heat of the flames and the explosion knocking him to the ground... ]