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WHO: Rung, Open!
WHERE: At his office in Alpha Trion's quadrant.
WHEN A few days after the Glyphless stuff went down.
WHAT: He knows that a lot of people may need his help right now, so he's spending a lot of time at his office.
WARNINGS: Um...well..who knows what might come up?

Considering everything that had been going on, Rung had decided that he was going to put in even more time at his office than he usually did. It only seemed right, all things considered, and he wanted to be able to help anyone and everyone that needed it. Sure they could very easily just contact him over the comm but something a little more personal seemed like a good idea.

Sometimes it was more comforting to, it just depended on the individual.

He had stepped out for a bit of a break from the office scenery, even if he was extremely use to it, spending a few minutes down by the lake's edge before making his way back inside. The therapist was honestly very glad he had taken the suggestion of setting up an office here because the quadrant was nothing short of gorgeous and very therapeutic in a way. There was a calm atmosphere that would be good for his patients and he wanted to make sure his office was just as calming and comforting of an atmosphere as possible; that sort of thing had always been his main goal after all.

The therapist made his way into his office to settle in, his thoughts briefly going to a few individuals that he'd spoken to as of late--like Fort Max, Ultra Magnus, and Whirl--the latter making him wince just a bit.

Not his best approach ever...

Rung shook his head a bit, optics dimming for a moment before he nudged those thoughts aside, collecting himself as he leaned back in his seat to start organizing some new data, wanting to have everything properly sorted for everyone he spoke to, just in case.

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"That... wasn't how I thought it was going to be," he admitted, studying his hands. His fingers laced together. "Life was supposed to go differently, I thought. But I always... feel as if I'm lacking. That I don't understand what I should."

He fell quiet, still looking at his hands. How did he put this...? Because design did play a part. A living robot might not understand. They were different than he was.

"I think... design has something to do with this. I know there are those who care, but..." His shoulders shrugged. "Your kind. They don't have prototypes. Do they?" he asked, quietly.

The therapist stayed quiet, giving Kagerou a chance to pull his thoughts together and speak first again. His spark ached a bit for the other, because Rung really wished he could do something more for him, make him understand that he was a lot more than he realized.

It was hard to break through those thoughts though when one was holding onto them.

"No, we don't," he confirmed, hesitating a moment before moving his hand to rest it over the other's. "Will you tell me what you are? I mean, the specifics of it?"

Making him believe he was more than what he thought he was -- more than a shadow -- was going to be a long, long process. He'd spent his entire life, however short it was, believing such a thing. Undoing that mindset was something he didn't even think was possible.

He nodded. Wing had said something similar, but having another confirm it was good, in a way. He knew he wasn't making assumptions.

"I am... a prototype stealth unit. BP-500X. Designed for the sole purpose of creating another, better model, BP-501," he recited, slowly. The last number was said with care, with something bordering on fondness. "To test him. Train him. Until he was ready to perform his function..."

He shook his head. "I am designed for nothing more than that. Meant to do nothing more than that. He is--" He stops. "--was my entire life. My reason for existing... I was made to be his shadow."

And I was happy that way.

"...So that was the only life you knew? The life you were content leading, yes?" Rung asked to clarify, gaze on the floor as he thought it all over. He fell silent, clearly thinking, not moving his hand from Kagerou's, weighing the route he could take with this.

When one had been doing something for their entire existence, it was hard to just do something else. Rung knew that quite well in fact.

But that didn't mean they had no other purpose once they no longer had that original task.

"...Have you ever thought about using your expertise to train others?"

"Yes," he said, without having to so much as think on it. "He was the one I was made to live for. And I was glad to do it. He... he is worth living for."

He couldn't bring himself to say was. As far as he'd heard, Shadowmaru was still very much alive and well. Making himself find a 'new purpose' or not, it didn't make the other ninjabot any less worthy of praise. Or dedication. Not as far as Kagerou was concerned.

Even as far away from him as he was, Shadowmaru still dominated his prototype's every thought and action. He didn't know what to do with himself, being so separated.

"Others?" he asked. "Everyone here is more experienced than I am... older. Stronger. What do I have to offer living robots like you?"

"I don't mean just the robots though, Kagerou. You can share your knowledge and expertise could help a lot of individuals," he said sincerely, not sure what the other would have to say about that since he knew a lot of larger beings weren't necessarily fond of smaller.

But there was the potential to teach a lot to the smaller beings and for them to teach the larger beings quite a bit.

"Would it?"

What else was there, but the other robots? Human beings? Why would they listen to him? Even the youngest human here had more experience with the world than he did.

"I... didn't think what I knew was worth sharing."

Rung smiled faintly.

"You'd be wrong then. All knowledge is valuable in some manner and to some individual. Never count what you know as useless before you attempt to share it, Kagerou," he replied. There had to be someone here in Haven that would benefit from what the other had to teach after all. In general, there were most likely individuals that would just love to learn, even if it wasn't something they were going to use right away.

"All of it...?"

Granted, he'd known his skills were of use to Shadowmaru. But that had been his purpose. Of course he'd been useful. It honestly didn't seem like something anyone would need.

"I didn't think there was anyone here who would want to know how to fight as I do."

"Indeed. All knowledge has value, it's just a matter of sharing it. Those you teach it to will then find the value themselves," Rung explained, not really a fighter himself but he at least understand how important it all could be.

What Kagerou knew might save another some day.

"You'll never know until you try, Kagerou."

He absorbed this in silence. Try -- that was the operative word, wasn't it? That was always the important word. If he were able to coax himself into doing so, maybe something would really change.

But first, he had to find himself worthy of trying. Find a shadow worthy.

"I... will think about it. That's all right to do, isn't it?"

"Of course it is. It's always alright to give something thought before you attempt it. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise, Kagerou," Rung replied in a reassuring tone, taking this as a good first step at least. It meant the other was at least willing to consider it, which was better than more outright denial that he'd be able to do it.

Improvement if Rung did say so himself.

He didn't know where he would even begin. But, if it was all right to take time, then, there shouldn't be anything wrong with figuring that part out. He had wanted to teach the Chieftain... but that had been a special case. Maybe he could make more special cases...

It probably would have been better to say some of those things out loud. But, instead, he nodded slowly.

"Thank you," he said. "For speaking with me. You're much easier to talk to than most of the others."

"You are most welcome, Kagerou. My door is always open, so if you ever need to stop by, feel free," Rung replied with a warm smile, glad to hear that the other was comfortable speaking with him. That was always a good thing and made him feel like he was making some of difference.

Better than no difference at all..or failing. ~~Like with Whirl.~~

"Thank you."

Quiet words. But they were sincere. He hadn't had anyone to speak with before -- not like this. As much as he hadn't said -- what he had... it felt good.

"If I can do the same... if I can help... I will."

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