[In his mind's eye, he can hear the sound of pixel-static ghosting into nothingness with the broken-glass implosion of one fragment deconstructing himself utterly, pulling himself into pieces the way that the Alpha fought tooth and nail to prevent. The lightning crackle of an electromagnetic pulse, scourging Command clean of every inch of tech. Like it or not, there's no escaping it. Whether it's by someone else's hand or his own, Church is doomed, always, to end up giving himself to other people.]
[By design, he can't allow himself to get attached to them, when they come, because they always end up going too soon. He's too busy ensuring that Caboose doesn't come to pieces, and that Tucker doesn't verbally eviscerate someone else in the throes of his own grief.]
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[In his mind's eye, he can hear the sound of pixel-static ghosting into nothingness with the broken-glass implosion of one fragment deconstructing himself utterly, pulling himself into pieces the way that the Alpha fought tooth and nail to prevent. The lightning crackle of an electromagnetic pulse, scourging Command clean of every inch of tech. Like it or not, there's no escaping it. Whether it's by someone else's hand or his own, Church is doomed, always, to end up giving himself to other people.]
[By design, he can't allow himself to get attached to them, when they come, because they always end up going too soon. He's too busy ensuring that Caboose doesn't come to pieces, and that Tucker doesn't verbally eviscerate someone else in the throes of his own grief.]
He was your friend.