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A few days after explaining the chronicles Sword and Rocket had faced to Medkit, Sword was walking around an event, with of course, Rocket. Holding hands and walking closely together.
“Oooh! That vendor’s so cute!” Sword pointed out, with Rocket responding immediately with gasps of awe at the painting of animals.
Scythe was also coincidentally there, admiring the talent poured into the paint on canvas. Too deeply enamoured to notice Sword, though he noticed her.
“Oh, hey Scythe,” he tried, lightly tapping her on the shoulder.
Scythe turned around at light-speed. Her eyebrows shot up surprisedly. “Sword? We thought ‘cha were deadder than ‘phernal’s meetin’ hungry oziphrages!”
“Oh.” Sword pretended to know what Scythe’s deep Lost Temple slang meant. “No, I just got kidnapped by some faulty robots, all’s good! Have you met Rocket yet?”
Scythe paused from this sudden topic change. “No, don’t think I have.”
Rocket waved, his real arm still holding onto Sword’s hand.
“Oh! You’re Zuka’s lad, aren’t cha? Broker talks quite fondly ‘bout ya!” Scythe said enthusiastically.
Rocket's smile became strained at the mention of Broker. “That’s epic!”
“I know, ain’t ya special!” Scythe acted like she’d known Rocket personally for years.
“So what’s been up with you?” Sword asked Scythe.
“Nothing much, ‘cept, don’t think you’ve heard, but the Church burned up with a bang. Such a shame. Broker’s surely to get caught this time ‘round. Shame.” She shook her head. “Ironic end, isn’t it?”
It made sense to Sword why Scythe looked so… regular today.
It made sense to Rocket why Medkit had looked so… regular that day.
“What?!”
“Long story.”