He'd wanted that. Not like South, with the burning need to be better than everyone. He's just wanted a companion. A friend who would understand him without words. Someone who would always have his back. In the worst moments, he wishes that Epsilon had taken him down too.

He gives York his time to adjust, remarkably quickly considering. Before he puts his gauntlets back on, he reaches down, smooths his thumb beneath York's good eye to get rid of the tears. "Come on. Got you a lovely room all set up."