[The Terminator stares out of one normal-colored eye and one blazing red. He's scraped up, bloodied, missing an arm, and oh, there's that gaping hole in his chest he has yet to deal with. Despite his grievous injuries, he ignores them, standing stock still at the edge of the feast. Occasionally, he lifts his left arm and tries to use it, his systems still trying to bypass the lack of limb. Human sustenance and revelry means nothing to him. Instead, he watches the others.
Internally, he's confused. His mission is complete. Yet he's been dragged to this new place (thinking in terms of a new world makes his internal systems fritz) and is completely out of his element. What is a Terminator without a mission to do?]
T-800 | Terminator 2: Judgment Day
[The Terminator stares out of one normal-colored eye and one blazing red. He's scraped up, bloodied, missing an arm, and oh, there's that gaping hole in his chest he has yet to deal with. Despite his grievous injuries, he ignores them, standing stock still at the edge of the feast. Occasionally, he lifts his left arm and tries to use it, his systems still trying to bypass the lack of limb. Human sustenance and revelry means nothing to him. Instead, he watches the others.
Internally, he's confused. His mission is complete. Yet he's been dragged to this new place (thinking in terms of a new world makes his internal systems fritz) and is completely out of his element. What is a Terminator without a mission to do?]