Sid was unsure of how to interpret the turn of events.
On the one hand, he was glad that they had sorted it out, and maybe, just maybe, D-29 would stop including him in plotting its next nefarious plan.
The guardian mecha had faced battlefields littered with corruption.
He had withstood attacks that should have torn him apart and had been repaired more times than he could count.
But none of that compared to the sheer, unfiltered terror of watching his new Master stand over his open chassis, deep in thought and wearing that look.
And that was earlier.
Right now, he was already pretty sure that some things had been tinkered with.
"Master," Sid said, voice as level as possible. "You wouldn't happen to be considering anything reckless, would you?"
It was understandable since this was the first time someone without a mechanic's license would maintain him.