Family Visit ( @thebattlewornhunter )
X brushed himself off as he stood, dust falling to the side, and causing a small cloud of it to roll off of him. Thankfully, it wasn’t a large one and didn’t approach Fefnir.
Afterwards, he turned to face the guardian of flames, his expression a confusing case of hesitation, resolve and sorrow.
"It is always the great heroes that can’t see what they’ve done. Fefnir, you and each of your siblings protected the city, protected innocent lives, and did so while still maintaining your loyalty." Placing a hand on Fefnir’s shoulder, he started pointing to various dials and explaining their uses.
However, after he’d finished, and taken a step back, X returned to the topic.
"The X of both your world, and this one, we were derelict in our responsibilities in recognizing the services the four Guardians offered. Each one of you brought something to the table. As Generals, you four were unrivaled. As for me? I never acknowledged just how much I relied on all of you in those difficult positions." As he spoke, his tone changed slightly, regaining some of that official power that he’d once wielded.
It was hard to look at the Guardian, what with the material he was covering, the long needed recognition that Fefnir deserved finally being ‘officially noticed’.
"… If you and your siblings are willing. I’d… Like to recognize what all of you did. It’s far from fixing the wrongs against you, but… All of you deserve far more for what you have done."
Was he hesitant in asking this of Fefnir and the others? Most Certainly. If he was human, he doubted his voice could have been clear. But thankfully, he wasn’t, and he had a bit more control over his emotions than that of his reploid counterparts of today, or the cybernetic enhanced humans alike.
Even so, some of his nervousness shone through, and he shifted his weight from one foot to the other.
The cyberelf was honest to himself in thinking that he had never seen it that way before, from X’s perspective. He did not find honour in his actions, nor did he see any worth in them. For him, he had been selfish, and foolish… at least, most of the time.
But X’s words made sense nonetheless. It was true that he personally could not see the value of his work, and he certainly didn’t see himself as a hero at all. But if his father did… and if his father wanted to recognise his worth himself? Fefnir was for that.
He looked down at the bike as it was explained how it worked, Fefnir memorised the functions before hesitantly testing them. Well, at least he got the bike ON, so that was a start. It was a little nerve wracking at first, but Fighting Fefnir never turned down a challenge!
Noting his father’s nervousness, the large ex-guardian turned to him and nodded with a smile on his face. If it was from X… he could accept it.
"I’d love that, ma—uh, father," whoops, he had slipped up again.
"I graciously accept your offer."