Kage sat on the floor in the far corner of the shower, watching his skin slowly knit back together. When the cut on his arm was a shiny pink scar, he used the knife he had stolen from one of the two robot-brains to reopen the cut. He watched the blood well up and be washed away by the warm water that rained down on him.
There was a knock at the door, and someone said something that Kage ignored.
“Go away,” he growled when someone managed to open the door to the bathroom. “I locked it for a reason.”
“We can see that,” K-04 said when they opened the shower door and looked down at Kage.
“Did you at least wash yourself?” K-05 asked.
“Yes,” Kage lied.
The two shared a look before they started to strip out of their clothes. Kage stared at them, confused, as they got in the shower and start
