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Oh the clean-up of copper-9 was no small job fit for anyone. With a hole blown through the side of the planet,and with gravity still all out of sorts, the frozen wasteland was a little MORE bare than usual. A distinct Lack of cars strewn about with skeletons inside, pieces of land abruptly missing or floating. Plenty of work to be done. and at least for Drones like N, he could at least fly over, see what there was to do from a bird's eye view. The world was saved, but it left behind this lasting feeling of dread. N had almost Died. Uzi had almost died. V had almost died. Some drones HAD died for a cause. it wasn't the first time that N was experiencing what was apparently called Survivor's guilt. Once he'd remembered the Elliott mansion massacre, that was when he first felt the feeling.

It didn't get easier with time.

But what's the use in focusing on all of that nasty sad stuff when one can just repress that down just a little further and focus on doing some good to make up for the months of bad he and his team and done and may or may not had kicked into place. yeah..that's a difficult one. convincing himself that his own dispatchment to copper-9 didn't directly make way for the absolute solver. Yeesh.

N Landed onto the ground,sharp wings folding back into his body as he walked around with a short bounce in his step. No more sad stuff. Something different to focus on. Like the fact he had an official partner? Someone who really seemed to love him? Who know that could happen? Crazy. It brought a smile to his face to think about it, while he collected clutter and debris from the temporary destruction of the planet. And it was at the forefront of his mind, Giddy and happy in instants before he heard footfalls in the snow, crunching under someone's shoes. N turns about curiously, watching the other being approach him with his hands full of debris. He drops it all to wave. "Hello!"