man your battle stations, we'll have you dead pretty soon

[tadeadshi]

[Panic had run straight through his core when he knew someone had found their safe house. It'd been the best one yet, they had managed to stay there for months now, but it really was too good to last. They still had so much to find and clean up, he wasn't ready. He grabs his bag, the one he kept packed for if they had to run fast, and made for the door but stopped just outside.

It was them. It was the Six, they'd found him and Callaghan. He's not sure how, Callaghan's mods to his collar had jammed their trackers so... It must be something else they used. But if they're here then they could help. They could take over this mess, and he could go home.

Maybe.

Tadashi's throat's gone dry with the dirt and dust kicked up from their landing and scuffle with Callaghan off to the side and he stands watching, swallowing the lump in his throat. Callaghan, that's right, he-- He'd done so much to get them out, he couldn't let the guy just be taken back to prison, he'd be killed from the inside --

He makes a run towards the group, waving and trying to call out but any sound he makes drowned by the shouting.]

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[tadeadshi]

[His expression shifts, like a shockwave gone through him and he looks so hurt. Maybe before the fire, maybe before the bot fight, any other time...]

Why would I yell? I-- I hurt you.

[microbrobotics]

Your weapons hurt me! That's not he same thing as you hurting me! And it's not permanent!

[ He tries to keep his voice level, but it spikes kind of hard on that last word. Because he knows it's not true; that arm is messed up for the rest of his life. ]

[tadeadshi]

[He visibly winces at the raise in tone, brings his other leg up so he can rest his elbows on his knees and sink fingers into his hair to keep his head down, his words tumbling out faster than his mind can keep up.]

Sorry-- I'm sorry. I- I made what hurt you, it's my fault, I made them, I-i designed them, it's my fault, I'm sorry--

[microbrobotics]

[ No no no he's screwing this up. All the hysteria immediately drops away from his voice, leaving him subdued but still upset. This isn't working. He's making this worse, isn't he. ]

It's not your fault. They'd have done worse things without you.

[tadeadshi]

Your arm might not've been messed up without me.

[microbrobotics]

[ Hiro squeezes his eyes shut. ]

I don't care about that.

[tadeadshi]

...

[He looks up, eyes wet, before moving to stand before Hiro. Then slowly kneels before him, still keeping his eyes down.]

I care about it.

[microbrobotics]

[ Hiro winces faintly at that gesture. He's seen too many of those videos to want to see his brother in this kind of position ... Awkwardly, he rubs at his bad shoulder and rolls it a bit. It's obviously stiff, even moreso than Tadashi might be used to seeing; Hiro usually tries to hide the extent of the damage from him. ]

... Do you want to help me with it?