For Will, Mikuni wasn't ever hard to find after one of their fights before. This situation was no different. Will found his way to the park, under the cold night sky. He spotted Mikuni from his white clothes over by the swings and hurried over to him. A soft chuckle escaped Will's throat as he lifted Mikuni back up and carried him to his house once more. Will took the time to clean off Mikuni's dirty body and change him into a pair of pajamas before resting him back into his bed.

Mikuni stirred a few hours later, rubbing his eyes as he awoke. He let his blue eyes adjust, looking over the familiar ceiling before looking down to Will reading a book in a chair next to the bed. "Whatcha reading?" his voice squeaked.

Will turned the page he finished, folded a corner and closed the book. "Moby Dick," he answered. "You wore out the stores fast. I filled them up again with a quick charge from an outlet and re-calibrated your system so it doesn't do that again." Mikuni's nose crinkled at all the technology talk being related directly to and about him. Will gave him a weak smile nonetheless, "Do you feel better though?"

"I feel better in terms of the mechanisms working fine now, but I'm still pissed at you." He answered as he sat up with a glare.

"About my killing you, or about being turned into a machine?" Will asked, sitting back into the chair.

"Both." Mikuni answered stubbornly. "You don't just go around killing somebody and then revive them as a stupid machine going 'whoops my bad'!" He crossed his arms, sulking into the pillows. "Even if you are my best friend, I didn't think you were capable of murder. And what now? Are you going to kill me the next time I stand in your way about something?" He looked to Will's depressed face when he didn't hear a response after a few minutes. "Didn't you hear me?!"

"I heard." Will answered calmly. "Your death will be something I regret forever... Every time I look at you now, I'll feel that heavy emotion and it'll make me sick. I'll tire of it and want you gone, but the memory of what I did will still linger around me like a shadow, never vanishing."

Mikuni's eyes studied his murderer for a few minutes before answering with a sigh. "Then maybe you shouldn't have done that in the first place. You're not perfect... I know that... But why couldn't you just let me rest in peace? Now, I'll always remember what you did to me. It'll follow me like a shadow too."

"Yeah." Will sighed. "I guess it was my way of asking you to relinquish your forgiveness. If you're dead and gone I'll never get that and have to repent," he looked up for the first time to lock eyes with Mikuni, "I'll never know if you actually forgive me. I'd have to trust that you would, and still not be sure."

He chuckled, looking away from Will. "So it's your inability to accept what you did and to trust me that compelled you to bring me back from the land of purgatory?"

"Yes."

Mikuni slid down, mumbling a grumble, "You selfish ass."

The two sat there in silence for several more minutes before Will finally stood up and left the room. "Get some sleep," he said over his shoulder as he left. Mikuni glared after him. After several minutes of pouting, sighed and reached over to pick up the book Moby-Dick. Mikuni had to force himself to read the pages and words slowly since his newly mechanized brain whirred so fast he could finish two pages in under a minute. After a little over an hour, Mikuni put the finished book down and slumped into the bed. He closed his eyes and felt his gears inside of him going slower. It was the strange sensation of the machine powering down as Mikuni fell asleep. It wasn't heavy enough to drop him into a faint like before in the park, but it was clearly sleep.