Star had been sympathetic and even hopeful until Wood uttered the words I was glad to give him to my brothers. One of the most intense mood whiplashes since his first time being intimate with Tengu man hit him after that. He was currently holding handsies with the person who’d murdered Ring and handed him off to the assholes that decorated him like a christmas tree. And said murderer was trying to ‘make things right.’
And the most cutting thing, was how sincere Wood seemed. Star’s hands shook, and it wasn’t remotely because he was afraid. He needed an out. He had to get away from this guy before he popped him right in his fat friendly face. When Star found words that were mildly unoffensive to express himself, he let them drop from his taut mouth. “I can’t do this.”
He started pulling away, his hands slipping from Wood’s as well. As feel-good as the thought of being welcomed home was, and someone else saying he belonged somewhere-in a family even-he couldn’t appreciate any of it, let alone seriously think on it. “If you’re really sorry for what happened with Ring man, you’re making amends in the wrong order.”
Star was… angry?? Wood didn’t move to grab Star or stop him, he just kind of stood there. It was beyond his comprehension that Star was upset about Wood killing Ring and bringing him home as a memento to hang lights on.
"I’m only sorry for your treatment, cousin. Ring Man-?" Wood shook his head. Was Star suggesting he apologize for stomping Ring’s head in?? It was either that or go down to him in the fight. Not to mention allow the fortress location to be easily traced. "Our home was at stake. Our safety. I protected Father’s and your home, Star. Now all I’m asking is for you to enjoy it." He stepped out of the dead-end. "Please do not be angry. I did as I was told to do. That’s all I can do." No mercy for Ring, no mercy for the humans he’d cut down, though there was absolutely something there for Star. If only for baring his maker’s name.
He stopped in his tracks. Star was basically fuming, after all. Wood didn’t know if he could really calm him down. Trying to talk things out with angry bots usually wasn’t met with much success. He reached into his suit’s front and pulled out a disheveled and slightly wilted near-duplicate of the corsage he was wearing.
"Star, take this. If you change your mind, m- maybe… It can be proof. Until I can speak up for you. It is your right to live under Father’s roof unless he says otherwise himself. I love you, dear cousin. It isn’t fair the way it is."
Ivan had to admit, this maze was… proving a lot more difficult than he’d anticipated. Unfortunately, he was only good at hiding amongst foliage, not identifying whether it was familiar or not. He couldn’t help but wonder how Star was doing. For all he knew, the spacebot could have already made his way through and back.
…Hm. He guessed it wouldn’t hurt to check up on Star’s whereabouts. It wasn’t like his radar was mapping out the maze’s layout, so it wasn’t exactly cheating; it’d just give him an idea of where he was in relation to him. With a brief (and unnecessary considering his radar was internal) glance around, Ivan gave it a check, and… wait, who was that other figure close by Star? The Searchbot’s brows furrowed a little. It was being identified as DWN 016 - hold on, wasn’t that one of the second gens?? Eyes widening a little, Ivan quickly started to make his way over to where the two figures were.
It took a bit of navigation considering he was in, well, a maze, but soon the unmistakeable figure of Woodman came into view. Wood may have been the more docile (…usually) of the second gens, but seeing him with Star wasn’t exactly helping Ivan’s concerns, especially since the spacebot didn’t seem too happy. He walked up to the two figures rather briskly, clearing his throat (or at least simulating the sound) to announce his presence.
"Excuse me," he said, trying his best to remain polite. It was partly down to wanting to avoid a confrontation, but also because… well, he hadn’t forgotten about Wood offering him comfort when no one else would, back when he’d had that little breakdown. He glanced between Star and the second gen, soon focusing his gaze on the latter. "Can I help you, Wood…?"