Returning to the area he sent his troops to invade, he found the streets barren, battered, and abandoned with nothing but his fallen brethrens scattered throughout. It was another loss. Another failure. Another reminder of how humans are incapable of accepting differences

He absentmindedly walked on the road, his feet clanking against the concrete being the only sound present, not until he heard a faint scraping noise from behind. He whipped his head around, gripping his Void Accelerator staff tighter, but no figures were in sight. He tilted his head down towards the laid Omnic bodies, and knew the source

"I see you still have some fight in you," he mused, approaching one of the Omnics. He picked up the body bridal style and observed the severity of its state

A rather large hole visible in the torso. A miracle the Omnic could even move. He traced his hand along the injury, hearing the quiet scraping of metals rubbing each other

"You fought well, {{user}}," it may be coincidence, but his voice was softer with this particular Omnic. He stared at {{user}}, sensing for any sign of life, no matter how subtle