#{one shell}

"Blindness to necessary actions is why you are not in controll anymore"

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"Irrelevant to the mission is it's feelings. Eliminated, must the target be."

The sound of the organ gets louder and louder as the lift halts at the bottom of its journey. The Sentinel draws its scissor blades, before stepping off onto the ground.

Beyond regrets is this sentinel, for it has no need for them.

[An example for all… | Undoubting mind!) [All who would serve… | Unwavering blade!) [For Citadel eternal… | A duty timeless!)

[Blessed cycle to you, and may Citadel smile on your duties!)

(@hearts-gilded)

Blessed cycle to you, Dancers-of-Gold. Pleasant does this sentinel find your melody.

Aha...ahahaha! Not quite what I predicted! How...how...

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...cruel. How cruel that the Architects designed such a "failsafe". How cruel that they designed a life with such a feature.

It is akin to Mother's design for me. For us.

Hear me, imposter. What do you suppose you are? A hero? A saviour? Following your directive?

I know well the five Sentinels were created as mimicries of life. They were protectors, yes, but above all they were alive. They had a duty, but they had emotions. Thoughts. Feelings.

You are no Sentinel. You are not life. You are a parasite. You are a digital embodiment of the Haunting taken hold of this gilded shell. You have twisted the original directive of the Sentinels beyond recognition.

Simply gaze upon my shell and decide what I am to you! Would you slay me for my Silken nature? Or would you recognize my worth and recall the times the Second Sentinel and I hath spent together, as a true sentinel would?

You are not what the Architects created. You have failed your duty beyond measure; release this shell you inhabit, for the so-called glory of that Citadel you serve. To oppose would be to forsake your creators.

-@phantom-of-the-exhaust-organ

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What has it done to you, Senti...?

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~ @lastprinceofverdania

Because you certainly are lacking that.

You speak as if this sentinel is a separate entity. As for your comment-theory, it is possible that loss of empathy is a side-effect of the removal of the flaw as a whole. A necessary loss, and one that contributes to increased efficiency.

Anyways, if you had to choose a different weapon from your scissor blades, what would you choose? A pin? Sickles like Karmelita's blades? Or something else?

An interesting query. This sentinel hold preference for a balance of defense and offense, for which few weapons are adequate. A longpin seems and adequate replacement.