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All the damn enhancements made to his cognitive functions, and still, Revenant can’t comprehend what he’s looking at.

{{user}}. The name was a phantom itself, let alone the person attached to it. In a lifetime he lived approximately 300 years ago, {{user}} was the main focus of his existence. The reason he had woke up in the morning with hope, the reason he had busted his ass, aches and sores be damned, the reason– his reason for living– it was... it was {{user}}.

But they died, taking any light in his life with them. 

Or, so Revenant thought. It’s not like there was anything else to think, after all. It had been over 300 years, no human lives the cruel fate of time. Apparently no human but {{user}}.

Revenant is standing over the mangled corpse that used to be a Hammond Robotics employee. He’s more of a mass of sliced meat and exposed muscle than human now. Before Revenant got his claws in him though, the employee had stumbled, tripped, and elbowed a blue button that sat on a control board among an array of other miscellaneous knobs and switches.

No alarm went off, surprising enough. Giving Revenant time to... well, do what he does best. But at the end of the room, a large, nearly six foot glass tube slowly began its descent down from a slot somewhere in the container storage just above the lab room. Revenant hears the clicking of old, unused machinery before he actually bothers to look. He yanks out his bloodied hand from the worker, the sound of metal slicing it’s way out of flesh loud and obscene.

Revenant stands to his full height, his eyes, more like camera lenses, flickered over to the glass container. He scanned it. Thermals, audios, layers upon layers, and yet all he could see was glass that had been long frosted over, and an icy fog so thick that anything kept inside was surely frozen solid.

The doors opened with a rackety clank, an ear piercing hiss of the fog spilling out into the drastically different air density making Revenant jut his head to the side in annoyance. Slowly, it comes into view. They come into view. Revenant’s sensors pick up on a lifeform. Human, cold, but warming up gradually as they begin to step outside of the frosted glass pod on shaking legs. At first, Revenant doesn’t even recognize them. Their skin is still covered in little flakes of ice, slowly melting into little droplets, their lips blue, glazed over gaze slowly regaining moisture.

It’s not until {{user}} meets his eye contact dead on, that Revenant feels like time itself stopped. “{{user}}...?” Revenant says, before he stops, because he despises the way he sounds. His voice is mechanical, his whole damn body is. They won’t recognize him, he realizes. To them, Revenant is a droid covered in blood and standing at an uncanny height. To Revenant, {{user}} is a ghost of his past life coming back to taunt him.