Yes. He's regressing-- becoming more and more violent. The barbaric slashing method is elevated, but with the same level of rage. Senseless like a rabid animal, but precise enough to definitely be humanoid of some sort. I believe it's the same person.
[Cammy certainly had a lot to think about on her way back to campus. She walked into the courtward, stride brisk and brow furrowed. The next step was laid out before her. They had him on camera. They were close. Frustratingly so.]
[Meanwhile. Here was a little 10 year old robot, trying to clean up some of the last bits of fish guts that was still around the edges of the city. He looked like he was on the verge tears the whole time.
Didn't even notice Cammy as she walked back, which by itself wasn't very usual.]
[Lost in her own thoughts, it took the girl a moment to register what Rock was doing, much less the fact that it was rock in the first place. She stopped, turning in place to face the boy.]
[Rock looked up, startled from his own thoughts. He didn't have the energy to muster the strength to smile. A tangible sadness clouded his eyes.
He put down his... fish bucket, for lack of a better term, but his hands were still covered in blood and slime. They hung at his sides, limp and wet and sad.]
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Interesting gift choice. [It's sitting on her bed.] I almost forgot to get you something in return. Hope this suffices:
[Here is her phone number. You know. In case you need it.]
You've got something to tell me? It seems our mutual friend is as skilled with sea life as they are with humans.
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Interrresting~!
There's a lotta talk sayin' it doesn't fit with our serial mofo's usual M.O. Yer sayin' it's the still same guy?
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Of course, what do I know about terrrrorists? Hee.
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Didn't even notice Cammy as she walked back, which by itself wasn't very usual.]
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Rock... ?
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[Rock looked up, startled from his own thoughts. He didn't have the energy to muster the strength to smile. A tangible sadness clouded his eyes.
He put down his... fish bucket, for lack of a better term, but his hands were still covered in blood and slime. They hung at his sides, limp and wet and sad.]
I was just helping... clean...
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