His Translator

His Translator Part 9

    Henry had just finished assigning tasks to different groups of Toppats for the day. He stood in his office alone, looking out at the infinite stars and space through the large window in front of him. He was just thinking. A pang of guilt in his chest. So this is what getting cybernetic enhancements is like. I put Right through this. Henry looked at the intercom microphone. "Hmm"

…

   Right walked towards Henry's office, slightly confused and admittedly a little nervous. Why would Henry want to talk to him alone? Sure, they didn't really hate each other (rather, Right didn't hate Henry anymore, and he was pretty sure Henry never truly hated him), but he wouldn't say they were close either. It was awkward when they were alone, so this was pretty odd. He'll probably have Burt there Right thought. He has made communication easier for Henry. That thought made Right feel a bit more at ease. 

     When Right reached Henry's office he noticed that Burt was, in fact, not there. So it really was just the two of them. Henry turned around and waved at Right. "Hi." Henry's usual quiet and slightly raspy voice greeted, Right hummed in response. "You wanted to talk?" Right asked, walking to stand next to Henry. Henry nodded, the two of them facing towards the giant window. "Are we waiting for Burt to get 'ere?" 

"No, this is a private conversation." Henry replied. "Well… What do you want to talk about?" Right asked. "I wanted to say something I should have said a long time ago, Right. Remember when we first met?" Henry asked. " 'Course I do, it's hard not to." 

Right bluntly replied. "I just wanted to say, I'm sorry. You didn't deserve that. I went way too far." Henry paused trying to quickly recover from his pained throat. "I know it's late, but I wanna make it up to you." Henry continued, awaiting Right's response. "Hmm." Right hummed, an awkward silence filled the room for a few moments before it was finally broken by Right's voice again. "I'd say we're already even as is. You gave up your own spine to 'elp me get Reg out of the Wall. That's enough for me." Henry and Right made eye contact, and exchanged small smiles, before hazing at infinite space through the window again. "Speakin' of the Wall, mind if I ask what happened? You seemed to 'ave control of the situation before we all split up. What went wrong?" That very question had plagued his mind for far too long. Henry appeared to be thinking a bit hard, as if he were trying to remember what happened.

 "I drove away… cars chased me… I shot their tires, the warden caught up to me… I crashed. I got into a fight with him, he strangled me, and punched me… I was on the ground, it was cold. I tried to fight back as best as I could but he was strong. I remember he pulled me off the ground and shoved me back… I remember... falling…" 

Henry started coughing, and turned away from Right, his throat pained from his speech. "Is that all you remember?" Right asked, Henry nodded. "Hmm." Right hummed, waiting for Henry's coughing to die down, when it did so, Right spoke up again. 

"You want to know something?" 

"Huh?" 

"While you were getting treated in the med bay, Reg was freakin' out, he was crying about 'ow he got you killed. He was really worried about you." Right commented. Henry turned to face Right again. "Really?" Henry asked. "He sure was, anklebiter." Henry and Right chuckled. When suddenly another voice intervened through Henry's walkie talkie. *beep* "Hey boss? Could you come by the brig when you have the time? One of the new prisoners is claiming to know you?" *beep* Sven voice questioned. Henry raised his own walkie talkie *beep* "Yeah, I'll be there soon." *beep* "Duty calls." Right said, half jokingly. Henry chuckled as the two of them left his office. They were about to part ways when Right spoke again. "I appreciated the apology, by the way." Right gave Henry a small smile, then continued to walk away. Henry, too, smiled before focusing on the task at hand.

Time to go see this prisoner who apparently "knows me". I should bring Burt, I'm tired of talking.