Yondu
smiles at that and sits next to him. “Yes and no. The implant gives
signal but the will to make it sing and fly is from our hearts… our
drive…I haven’t gotten it to fly for a while….” whistles the arrow
flashing but doesn’t move and sighs.Carlos felt his heart clench. “God… how long has this been going on? Have you had the implant checked? Maybe there’s a connection issue to your brain or your nerves or something…”
“It’s none of that it’s fine. Had it checked……. it’s….. it’s because I’m….. sad….. I guess you could say….upset…. depressed…… nothing to do about that but…. let it… run its course I guess..” sighs and flops backwards on the bed looking up at the ceiling.
Carlos looked at Yondu. “And carry a side-arm,” he said dryly. Carlos
sighed deeply. God… he didn’t want this. Carlos lay down next to
Yondu, but propped up on his elbow so he could look down at him. “I’m
sorry… maybe I shouldn’t have let it get this far. I had no idea that
that thing was connected to your emotions.” He sighed. “No wonder you
try to be so callus in front of the rest of the crew.”