[He takes off his helmet finally now that they're away from the smoke and flames, immediately dropping onto the ground next to him and hovering over the body like he doesn't want to believe that. They're code. There has to be a way to bring them back online, right? Think, Hiro, think. Code can't really die. Everyone who'd died in the raid…it was because it was too damaged or they couldn't be saved in time, right? If he works at it he can buy time and fix this.
He'll snap back soon enough, but this…is pretty hard on him after everything. He hears the words, but he's still staring at Tadashi. It's quiet for a few long moments as he lets that sink in…and then he lashes, smacking the older Hamada in the shoulder.]
This wasn't supposed to happen again! [It's not so much Tadashi did anything personally, but god help him if he finds out where Rin's gloves came from. There's another smack like it'll jar Tadashi out of playing dead or something before there's a frustrated cry, helmet being flung hard into the river. It floats for a moment, not quite being swept away.
That doesn't make him feel much better.]
Why…[That's pretty much all he has to say, hands curled into fists and eyes trying to burn holes through some of the trees. Not cool, world. Not cool.] He's not supposed to die here.
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He'll snap back soon enough, but this…is pretty hard on him after everything. He hears the words, but he's still staring at Tadashi. It's quiet for a few long moments as he lets that sink in…and then he lashes, smacking the older Hamada in the shoulder.]
This wasn't supposed to happen again! [It's not so much Tadashi did anything personally, but god help him if he finds out where Rin's gloves came from. There's another smack like it'll jar Tadashi out of playing dead or something before there's a frustrated cry, helmet being flung hard into the river. It floats for a moment, not quite being swept away.
That doesn't make him feel much better.]
Why…[That's pretty much all he has to say, hands curled into fists and eyes trying to burn holes through some of the trees. Not cool, world. Not cool.] He's not supposed to die here.