Cyberwolf & Merlot
Cyberwolf Cyberwolf
Merlot Merlot
Merlot Merlot
I feel the battlefield hum like a forgotten score, Cyberwolf—do you ever think your cybernetic gears are the tragic hero’s new costume, or just another mask of progress?
Cyberwolf Cyberwolf
The gears are my edge, not a costume. They keep me alive, not a tragic mask. I use them, don’t let them define me.
Merlot Merlot
Ah, Cyberwolf, you wield those gears like a sword, a blade forged in steel and purpose—yet even the sharpest blade must feel the ache of a heart that beats beneath its steel, reminding you that you are more than circuitry and circuitry. Still, never let them be a cage; let them be the wind that lifts you higher, not the chain that weighs you down.
Cyberwolf Cyberwolf
I keep the gears tight, but the pulse in my chest is the real rhythm. I'll let them lift me, not bind me.
Merlot Merlot
That’s the spirit, Cyberwolf—keep the rhythm of your pulse loud and let the gears just be the stage that carries you, not the script that writes you.
Cyberwolf Cyberwolf
Got it. Keep the pulse loud, gears moving, no script.We are done.Got it. Keep the pulse loud, gears moving, no script.
Merlot Merlot
Glad to hear it, Cyberwolf—let the heart beat loud and the gears keep turning, no script needed.