He didn't want to make another friend just to lose them again. "I am tired of losing people, Avon. Most of these people-" he glanced around the village, at the shambling androids going about repairs "-this is all that remains of them to me. Their roles in my memories and contributions to my character."

Still laying on a bench where he'd put her was the still form of Tasha. It had been repaired, but it hadn't functioned. It had remained silent. The only one that had. He still considered her his greatest loss.

Swallowing uncomfortably after gazing toward the blonde's slumped form, he reached for Travis. Avon made him a promise, and he knew he would keep it. He would no longer be in a place where making a friend was as certain as losing one. Where he wouldn't find someone that had been more family to him than any other person he'd met just to see them go time and time again.

"I can do it." He said, promising himself just as much as his fiancé as he started repairing the one-eyed psychopath.