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*Deckard will help them up there if need be. He /wants/ them involved, just also trying to think what would be most helpful for Duke, wishing he'd been here to help McC.*
Deckard: *hand on Duke's shoulder* Duke . . . Duke, it's Deckard. Can you hear me?
Duke: *soft shudder runs through him as his optics flicker on…then he goes /stiff/, starting to grab at the hand on him, instinctively aiming to defend himself*
Deckard: *lets his wrist be caught, covering with his other hand, voice still soft* Duke, it's all right. You're safe.
Duke: *cameras refocus, finally registering Deckard, then McC . . . lets go of Deckard's wrist and shifts to sit up, Deckard and McC helping* What happened?
McC: You've been found and repaired. Do you recognize us?
Duke: *gives him a look at that* Of course. *why would he ask such a thing*
Deckard: *soft chuckle at the look* We want to know that your Super AI survived the execution attack.
Duke: The… *goes still for an instant, optics dimming as he fights back another shudder – once he's sure he's gotten control of himself again, he looks around* Where are we?
Deckard: In a barn not far from the junkyard we were dumped in. The world's a little different than we left it, Duke. It's been fifty years. *small grin* There's someone still here that you might remember, though.
McC: *amused* Except you may not recognize him right away.
Duke: *bit of a frown as he glances at both of them, then looks around, finally spotting Mitham and Nicolai*
Deckard: *will go over and offer his hand to Nicolai*