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[Well... That trip home had been enlightening. Unless it was some kind of strange dream. And the fact that Allison was gone and he woke up somewhere other than where he'd last been with her...

Besides, he doesn't sleep. Not really. He's an AI. He turns on the comm on video without thinking about it as he looks his body over...]

Yes! I'm not a damn Tonka truck anymore. A definite improvement.

I thought this place was bad for people not staying dead... Actually? I think I'm going to make a point to never assume someone died again. It just bites me in the ass later.  Here or at home.

[Actually focusing on the comm now.] Something really strange just happened... I was home again. I don't know if it was a dream or real, but I woke up someplace else here when it was done and Allison is gone. Has anyone seen her? She's a Pricklemane.

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[Fang's person is hurting Allison's. She can't walk away. She won't. Even if he took care of her, Epsilon needs her. Even if she has to fight a friend. Let her through. She's growling a warning.

Epsilon goes quiet as he sees the knife, struggling underneath the weight on him, trying to get loose. Wash has lost it... He needs to get a weapon. To protect himself. But seeing as he's not having luck getting loose?]

Fine, Wash. I'm shutting up. Now get the hell off me.

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[The robot body actually should have more physical strength than Wash; however, Wash has better leverage. Epsilon isn't going anywhere unless Wash lets him.]

[It takes a few seconds for Epsilon's words to sink in, and a few more seconds for Wash to swallow back his rage. It's an effort, and it's not completely gone - he can still feel it burning in his stomach and chest - but he's back in control. He's not going to lose himself. Not now. Not yet.]

[He sheathes his knife and stands up, walking away without another word to Epsilon.]

[Wait. No. Not quite. He pauses for a moment.]

Program Epsilon. Command: mute. Command run time: five minutes.

[That will give him five minutes of enforced silence from Epsilon - more than enough time to get away without hearing anything that will make him want to turn around and shut down the AI permanently. It's a start.]

Fang, come on. We're leaving.

[He strides away without another word, feeling the burning spread to his limbs and trusting the bat to follow. He needs to get away from here, to find some Nightmares and burn off this rage, because if he doesn't get rid of it somehow it will explode and rip him to pieces and that is not an option. Nightmare-hunting until the point of exhaustion seems like the best course of action right now, and that's where he's going.]

[Fang takes off and follows him, squeaking once at Allison as he goes. Sorry- sorry! He didn't really want things to turn out like this...]

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[Epsilon doesn't get off anything else before Wash mutes him. He's trying to get to his feet quickly, not trusting Wash to completely leave it to the point where he was reaching for his knife...

But it looks like he's leaving it with the mute.

Allison growls warningly at Wash and Fang. Don't come near her person again. Next time, there will be a fight. She will protect Epsilon.

Epsilon gestures to her to follow as well as he can... They're finding someplace safe to stay for now. Someplace away from that asshole.]