Cohost writing prompt: @Making-up-Mech-Pilots — Mech Pilot who starts making the robotic animal they were assigned to pilot the ill-fated central symbol to their teenage identity
Eventually, in the darkened hangar, the tears stop.
If this is all there is, so be it. If this is all life means, all it's possible to be, then that's just how it is.
Press back against the metal, absorb the hardness and ruthlessness, the instrumentality, of the machine along with its aching cold. Become as it is. Become one with it.
"Honey Badger don't care."