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WHO: York and you!
WHERE: City Fountain
WHAT: York's returned from his canon update
WHEN: Early-ish March
WARNINGS: References to death camps as Recall Center No.5

^{[ooc: the canon update can be found here]}

The last thing he remembers is turning away from the framed view of the Cyberlife androids, waiting their turn out in snow like military units ready to be shipped away. In this case, shipped to deactivation. To death. He and his older brother had gotten caught up in the chaos preceding being here and now--

The cold is gone. Maybe this was part of it? York waits for his programming to shut down, for the inevitable wipe of his system that those before them went through. But it doesn't come. The android opens his eyes with apprehension, looking around.

Standing before the fountain is York, but it doesn't look like York. Instead, all of his human features defining him and his clothes are gone and there stands a white and grey doll. There's damage to the hardware of his abdomen, and there's some at his jawline.

He wasn't in the camp.

"Duncan?!" he calls out, starting to look around with frantic movements. It doesn't even matter that he's in his full android form, where is his brother?! "DUNCAN?!" The other memories try to trickle in, but his programming is going too fast, making his chest glow a radiant red before he breaks out into a run.

"DUNCAN!!"

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That's good. To know he's so trusted by someone so precious to him. But more than that, he's concerned about the here and now.

"I wanted to ask about that. But I do not wish to pry. And if there are things that are broken, we will try and fix them."

"Don't bother. Just parts that I can keep covered up with a shirt or my hoodie," York shrugs nonchalantly. "You know how some humans have disabilities that come later in life and they've grown accustomed to them so that it becomes their normal? That's what my broken parts are like. They aren't terrible, like the state I've seen Jerries in back home."

He looks up at Reeve, then back on the road before them where the hotel sits, waiting for them. "Humans are broken, Reeve. Androids aren't much different in that regard."

"If that is your decision, I will not press it."

It is one thing to offer assistance. It's another to force one's own opinion of 'proper' onto another. Reeve knows the line there.

"And yes, there will be clothes to be had. Your hoodie among them."

Though humans being broken is no shock. He just sighs and nods.

Reeve was better than most humans York knew of from home. Here in Temba he was treated like the human he looked like, instead of a second class appliance like they were in Detroit.

"As long as the hoodie is there, along with you, I guess it’ll be okay." York gives a little smirk at that. He’s starting to feel better, more at home now that his system remembers being here. Being safe here.

Reeve doesn't even come from a world with smart appliances. He wouldn't think about it the comparison at all.

"You'll always have a home with me," Reeve assures him. "Just tell me how to help you today."