Lab Rat
There was no outward emotional response from Golem, as it joined the Jedi standing around the circle. Not as the harpy made known her need for revenge. Not as Jalen took the lead. And not as help arrived on blessed wings, ready to lift them away from this terrible, terrible place.
The Miln had designed Golem to be that way. Calm, peaceful, when he wasn't. The form of a perfect Jedi, when he wasn't.
Zoar had never killed anyone before. He knew it was a possibility, knew that if he were wearing a massive droid into battle, it would eventually happen. But knowing that, and understanding it, were two vastly different things. Zoar had taken a life today. He... he...
The mech continued it's silent vigil, stepping onto the shuttle as soon as possible.
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