Clockworking (Sam & Dakki)

[Samuel Elias Carswell]

He moved slowly to start it, watching the clock in silence for a long few moments.

"She's been through a lot," he said, quiet, mostly to himself. "...They see and they remember. You can feel it in the motion. The energy in the air."

There may have been truth to it, just as easily as there mightn't have been. Samuel was not, overall, perfectly sane these days- or at least not in the normal human sense. There was an encroaching otherness to his thoughts; an abstraction that made sense to him.

He'd always felt like he was a part of his machines. Now, they'd become a part of him, his metal fingers moving minutely in the air to the tune of the clang and whine of the starting innards. A spiritual level of experience, deep and private. One that steadfastly defied his attempts to describe it, though it was plain enough to see if one watched him closely enough.  

[dakki-dono]

"Yes, yes she has..."
Watching the clock start to tick there was a bit of bittersweet in her mouth. The world seemed to move again with every slight turn of each cog. This deed was done. Now for her part.

"You've done what I need. You can stay here for the night and explore the junkyard or castle or go home. Your business will be done by then either way."