If Ike could have a gold piece for every time he would experience being a robot somehow... It was a strange experience for sure. After the memory, Ike felt his own eyes drooping while it felt like his brain was trying to perform a shutdown of its own, simply by the experience of the memory.
But when he felt the air against his skin and felt himself again, he shook himself out of it and stared ahead, bewildered.
Ike already knew about the mistletoe. That didn't make it any more surprising each time. "Was... Did I just see a memory of yours?" It was hardly even a question. Ike was sure that's what he experienced. He bit his lip: the memory left him feeling hopelessly frustrated. This Professor Hector person seemed important to R.O.B. And Ike knew all too well about how it felt to be denied from helping and protecting somebody you cared about.
Somehow, he had a bad feeling about his fate. "Is Professor Hector... alright?" It was strange how he knew his name. It wasn't blatantly stated in the memory, but it was more like an intuitive understanding that he walked away with. The name felt weird rolling off his tongue.
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But when he felt the air against his skin and felt himself again, he shook himself out of it and stared ahead, bewildered.
Ike already knew about the mistletoe. That didn't make it any more surprising each time. "Was... Did I just see a memory of yours?" It was hardly even a question. Ike was sure that's what he experienced. He bit his lip: the memory left him feeling hopelessly frustrated. This Professor Hector person seemed important to R.O.B. And Ike knew all too well about how it felt to be denied from helping and protecting somebody you cared about.
Somehow, he had a bad feeling about his fate. "Is Professor Hector... alright?" It was strange how he knew his name. It wasn't blatantly stated in the memory, but it was more like an intuitive understanding that he walked away with. The name felt weird rolling off his tongue.