*Sitting in the driver's seat of his car (he spends more time in there than his own house by now.), he takes out his phone and calls @FightingTheSelf.*
Heya, Shield.
Don't listen to 'em. They only see us as entertainment, but we see eachother for who we really are. That's what matters. I know you're so much more than that 'ol wooden thing, and you know I'm more than just a broken clack who was put back together.
I know the feelin', how it can feel like your body ain't your own anymore. I wish I could just have my body back, without any replacement pieces. Feels like people just see me as a tool sometimes.
Finally came back to my job. First patrol someone was doin' an armed robbery. No need to negotiate when I sliced 'em clean in half with a single glance. Feels good to be back.
