"You suddenly today...," Sancho's expression was peculiar. "What's wrong?"
Although the young man usually gave him a very solitary impression, always silent and with a weak presence, today he felt exceptionally off.
"Nothing."
Cervantes put down his hand and stepped back a few paces.
"Just expressing some pent-up emotions; if bionics always suppress themselves, it can affect work efficiency."
"Maybe I'm just too tired, the events of these days have left me a bit depressed."
"From the description, it sounds like the mental beacon is exhibiting symptoms of 'conscious fatigue.' Do you need to see Dr. Wood?" Sancho's tone was concerned. "Surely the woodpeckers will find the reason for your depression, maybe they can replace the emotion module and consciousness storage module, so you'll feel better."
Only in front of Cervantes would this usually rash Disciplinary Officer show such a side.
Cervantes sighed, shaking his head:
