( lookchivalrous. && Teddy. )
teddy can’t believe he forgot, in all honesty, doesn’t understand how dolores could’ve been lost to his mind for even the briefest of moments. there isn’t much for him to remember, a few vague details to serve as vague answers to any questions that might be asked of him, but he fills in the blanks himself. or, rather, ignores the blanks entirely. it doesn’t occur to him that there’s any information, any background of his that’s missing. such thoughts, such realisations– they’d only hurt him.
she asks him to remember, and teddy lights up. a smile spreads across his face, and he might as well be glowing from all the warmth it is he feels. his past is dark and causes him grief, guilt, but his future… it gives him hope.
‘ i’m heading back to sweetwater, taking the first train i can get. there’s a girl there, dolores. i told her i’d come back. i haven’t seen her in… too long. i hope to fix that soon, to keep my word. ’ a thought occurs to him, his past catching up with the rest of his memories now. something else comes in to replace all that love, all that hope. he remembers… something vague. something heavy. something bad. ‘ she’s better than i deserve. ’
perfect. his body is in working order, his mind following suit. the first of many successes, she feels, and the line of her mouth curls into a satisfied smile -- manufacturing costs can be cut now that they can simply recycle retired hosts. it’s efficient, it saves time, and the updating process can continue to be trimmed as she keeps working.
she glances over the details of his narrative herself for the first time -- she was denied the privilege of writing one herself, but she’s long past that -- and her brow ticks. his backstory has always been a vague, shadowy figure. one wracked with mystery and, if she knows narrative, simply nonexistent. a gunslinger with something heavy perching atop his shoulders is an attractive, common trait in the fiction she supposes. no point building upon it further.
there’s still the matter of other tests, to ensure that he can function as well as he needs to. there’s the matter of testing his aim, coordination, and ability to improvise and carry banter. the last factor stands the most easy to test under their circumstances -- so she navigates to his speech branching on her tablet, a keen gaze fixed upon her subject.
❝ Dolores, ❞ she says, the name rolling neatly off her tongue with the barest lilt of her accent, ❝ tell me about her. ❞
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