He was mostly dead when she found him on the surface, his head battered in and his fingers clinging doggedly onto a bloodied crowbar and a curious gun. GLaDOS had told her about this gun and she’d held the non-functioning one found in one of Aperture’s labs, so she knew at once what it was. She’d knelt down to see just how close to dead he was…
Their eyes met, and she understood.
Now that it had become impossible for GLaDOS to comfortably ignore the alien threats ravaging the surface, Chell understood.
They were the same, she and he.
She nodded to him, and though he could no longer move his body, she understood the fleeting look in his eyes. She understood. She understood it all.
And once he faded, she pried the gun from his hand and stood up to face those that dared to stand in her way.
Mentally slapped myself and drew this when I was sad and feeling sorry for myself. Ahahaha.
Also for anyone who is asking, yes that is a robot leg. No, she is not all robot. Not yet. XD
I have thought of this, but not in such pretty art.