[It's less out of worry for the future and more... for the fact that they apparently need more AIs in order to deal with whatever the future has in store. Whatever it is that disbands the Freelancers.
They're-- shit, they're like his family. The first thing he was told was that he was made to protect them. To help them. He's gotten to know them through records, through data and files and training videos. They're... his.
Knowing that somehow he's not enough to help them, to protect them-- it hurts.
Hurts enough that he has to drop the topic all together. At least until he can take the time to approach it on his own. To pick it apart and figure out what more he can do.]
I know you can, it's just-- [He hesitates, still not quite having dragged himself out of the logic loop he'd sunk into.] I'd rather be here. Helping.
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They're-- shit, they're like his family. The first thing he was told was that he was made to protect them. To help them. He's gotten to know them through records, through data and files and training videos. They're... his.
Knowing that somehow he's not enough to help them, to protect them-- it hurts.
Hurts enough that he has to drop the topic all together. At least until he can take the time to approach it on his own. To pick it apart and figure out what more he can do.]
I know you can, it's just-- [He hesitates, still not quite having dragged himself out of the logic loop he'd sunk into.] I'd rather be here. Helping.
I can't do that shoved in [a box] separate armor.