(( Me when I’m scrambling to defend myself but my only proof is literally a random Hoyolab user post and two unofficial gaming websites

on cod?

[ Sitting on the floor outside the lab, trying to calm himself down. Segment’s first panic attack! ]

[ Freeze. Slow look up. What. The fuck. This wasn’t making him feel better. ] I—…. What?…

[ What is fucking happening right now? He’s having a hard time coming to terms. ] I’m… Fine. I’m fine. I’m not thinking about anything in particular… Why are you talking like this?

[ His body tenses, finger nails digging into his palms. ] Forgive me, I’m just… Terribly confused at the moment—…I may sound ignorant, but what exactly do you mean by “go home?”

[ Oh. Ohhh no. Shit. Prime was not going to be pleased with this setback. ] Ah. Yes. Right… Well…We’ll have you fixed and back home eventually. It’ll just be a little while. [ He says. Y’know. Like a liar. ]

[ He slowly turns his head to look at them. Forcing a smile. ] Nothing is wrong, dear. I’m just… Coming to terms with something.