[Taking action is a concept they've grown unfamiliar with. Their whole purpose had been to not take action. To contain, to stay, to resist. Everything they had been taught starting with don't.
Without the light forcing them to move, their instinct is to do nothing at all. to let the machines do whatever it is they intend and not fight it. They were not what he had been meant to resist.
But all those thoughts are interrupted at the sudden appearance of a different type of light. Not the pure radiant light of dawn. This is warmth and crackling and burning.
The melting of metal, not prepared to handle the fiery attacks.
It's curiosity and caution in equal measure that compels them to rise up. It's slow and difficult, but they stand once more. Collecting their nail from the floor before they forget. The weight helps ground them. Even as they do this, they try to keep their gaze focused on Grimm, even with his quick movements.
This is... confusing. And they're not sure what should come next.]
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Without the light forcing them to move, their instinct is to do nothing at all. to let the machines do whatever it is they intend and not fight it. They were not what he had been meant to resist.
But all those thoughts are interrupted at the sudden appearance of a different type of light. Not the pure radiant light of dawn. This is warmth and crackling and burning.
The melting of metal, not prepared to handle the fiery attacks.
It's curiosity and caution in equal measure that compels them to rise up. It's slow and difficult, but they stand once more. Collecting their nail from the floor before they forget. The weight helps ground them. Even as they do this, they try to keep their gaze focused on Grimm, even with his quick movements.
This is... confusing. And they're not sure what should come next.]