At this, Zero's palm slid shut, and the glow died between red-slicked plates. The mission was complete. There should've been a wave of relief that accompanied it, but it was noticeably absent. If Zero had to suppress his uncertainty in order to go through with this, then he had to keep that stoicism up, even after the act was done. It was like a held breath that could never be let out, so that whatever good he managed to convince himself he was accomplishing wouldn't be unraveled by his regret.

Zero walked over to Harpuia's desk and picked up the E-Tank that had been set aside, before returning to set it on the ground in front of the guardian. He was sure that even now, the guardian would deign to receive direct help from him after being wounded, and Zero didn't want him to know how much he was physically shaken. If Harpuia got the strength to get back up on his own, then that'd be the best for both of them, probably. He was tough. Hard to keep down.

So Zero watched in stony silence, rather than offer a hand. He at least wanted to know that the other reploid would be all right before he left, but whether he was actually qualified to help his repairs... well, maybe not with these hands.