[spycrabsroleplay]

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[spycrabsroleplay]

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((I've set up two new blogs if anyone wants to follow Marcel (Now a Vampire) and The Kid (He found and brought back to the castle) ))

[bloodiedforest]

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It hasn’t been that long since they arrived. Trudging through the snow and across the bridge to the castle doors.

The warmth of the entranceway, and the dazzling lights of the tree.

Typically, his curiosity (and chilliness) drew him to the tree first. The boy seemed to gape at the lights, might like he did when he encountered shiny rocks.

There were gifts under the tree, and he wasn’t sure what made him check, but he did.

And found two for them. (Sort of.)

Passing Destole’s box off to the child, he takes his own and…

Oh.

That’s…

He feels a surge of sadness as he stares down at the jade necklace, but puts it about his neck. It’s a happy sort of sadness he supposes.

But he should have known better than allowing the ten year old that much candy at once. The boy is tearing through the castle like a whirlwind, but there’s little reason to stop him. If he was going to live here, he’d better get used to the place and familiarise himself with the layout.

It’s… unsettling how much he reminds him of Anatole and Destole, but he wasn’t one to ignore this completely. With all the magical things flying about, surely… there had to be /some/ connection, right?

What were the odds of finding a child on the shoreline just after Destole let go? It /had/ to be something related. Something more.

The child didn’t seem to know anything when he asked though. Past the fact that the child was alone, there wasn’t much worth remembering that he was told.

An offer was made, and accepted.

And now they were here.

…..

He’d better let Diethelm know he was back. It was only polite.

 The elder is by the tree watching the hub bub and the commotion over presents.  A makeshift family but the only family he had, so he revels in the feeling of togetherness.   He supposes he missed Marcel coming in, but when he sees him, he wants to go and greet him, welcoming him back.  It’s now that he stops, though. There is a child with him and he’s been given the present that was marked for Destole.

Truth be told, he wasn’t too sure as to what would happen when the two of them came back to the castle.  If two even came back.

A small child… Blue eyes like the ocean. 

For now, he observes with a gentle smile.  There are ideas about what’s actually going on, having heard the recording a day earlier, but would let Marcel come to him. 

[spycrabsroleplay]

He suddenly has the sensation of being watched. And, turning around, it for once proved to be right.

Instead of annoyance or anger (….why would he feel that though? How silly), his face breaks into a wide grin as he spots the other, making his way over. The child seems to notice this and settles down, following the other man lest he lose his now guardian (?).

Marcel stops before the other, and gives him a grin. “See?” He says. “I told you I wouldn’t die on the way.”

He’s joking of course, but the child looks a little curious.

“It’s good to see you again Deit. I hope… nothing happened while I was gone?”

He didn’t miss how tired the other man looked. Something must have happened. He wasn’t sure what though…

The child is quickly becoming bored of the situation, and is rocking back and forth on his heels. If his hands weren’t so busy clutching the sweets box, he would have more than likely started tugging his guardian’s sleeve out of boredom and in want for attention.

((The next response will be from Marcel's Blog ))

[askorangemonkey]

You're not a banana! But you're cute.

[askorangemonkey]

[spycrabsroleplay]

Yes actually! I like anything that sounds good though.

[spycrabsroleplay]

Christmas Morning

It still was a mystery where the wayward undead crab man and his companion were, but he hoped for the best.  So there had been a small box left under the large tree in the main hallway even for them.  There is a deep maroon color wrapped box for Marcel and one even for Destole, decorated with navy blue wrapping and aqua ribbon.

Upon opening Marcel's he'd find what seems to be a necklace made of jade, sitting on a pile of satin material.

In Destole's there is a small treat.  Diethelm isn't sure if Destole eats things, but he must right?  And it wouldn't hurt to be nice...

The chocolate truffles are wrapped in beautiful shiny wrappers and beacon to be eaten. ~~

??: Wait, are you saying I can have these?!?!

Marcel: Yes. Please.

??: Oh man, this is great! Thank you!

Marcel:...

??: Hey, what did you get?

Marcel: A-

??: Ahaha, a necklace? Lame!

Marcel: H-hey....

??: You can have one of these if you want. To make up for your shitty gift.

Marcel: ....... Thank you?

??: You're welcome!

[bloodiedforest]

[spycrabsroleplay]

He died.

That’s right. Died without really saying anything. Was it cowardly, or did he think he had more time?

Who knew.

Especially now.

“Pft. Sure he did. Hated you enough to try and give you two things you wanted? I dunno man. Guy was messed up. I dunno what he was...

[spycrabsroleplay]

Wow, seriously? Seriously?

"I dunno if you're being serious or not guy, but weren't you paying attention? He probably liked you as much as he hated you. And didn't he say he couldn't afford to... Er... Indulge?"

Yeesh, that sounded really gross.

"I think jerking you around was the last thing on his mind. Let alone trying to hurt you. Well, maybe not. But he resisted the urge to do so, and not just because of Marcel, right?"

"So he might have left you with more questions Than fucking necessary, but he's /dead/ now. I don't think he ever expected his death would affect you like this. You were nothing short of cold to him when he first arrived anyway."

"Plus, he built me. After my primary purpose, I got nothing to do except make sure Marcel isn't a moron. And making sure that mirror shit isn't repeated. So give the guy a break, would ya? You'll see, he probably fixed something and this was the only way it'd work."

"Or something."

[bloodiedforest]

Hey man, open up already

[bloodiedforest]

“You were the lucky one… You died.”

His eyes close and he raises one of his shaking hands to lay his head down into it, propping himself up against the robot with his other.  His glasses are discarded onto the table and he holds his face into his own hand, making no more movement to try to get off the robot.

“…Oh he gave a damn alright.  I see that now.”  He hated me.  Of course he did. “He never told me… He just…” 

His eyes hurt and he rubs them, before just sitting there, forcing himself to breathe. 

“It doesn’t matter anymore… It just doesn’t matter.”

Everything falls down, Anatole.  You think you’re so alone but I’m so close behind you…

I want to die but I can’t.  Not yet.

Everything falls down.

He gets up and starts to clean himself off with no other mention.

[spycrabsroleplay]

He died.

That's right. Died without really saying anything. Was it cowardly, or did he think he had more time?

Who knew.

Especially now.

"Pft. Sure he did. Hated you enough to try and give you two things you wanted? I dunno man. Guy was messed up. I dunno what he was trying to do, let alone feel; and I'm a damn copy of him."

It's hands to slide out now, trying to recall how hugs worked and what they did. But the other moves, and slides off him before it can do anything.

It lays on the ground for the moment, staring up at the man who is apparently trying to pull himself together (?)

But in retrospect... it didn't really matter anymore did it?

He was dead after all.

Nothing else.

[bloodiedforest]

Hey man, open up already

[bloodiedforest]

He stands silent for a very long time.  In his mind, the growing sense of anger and resentment and defense raises and raises.  There is a flutter of his eye lashes and the cup gently drops to the floor.  There is a snap, somewhere, deep within himself.   It hurts so much.  It hurts so much.  He could die from his immortal life with the amount of pain that flows through his veins.  

He can’t think.  He only reacts.  

The robot’s throat is cold against his unheated hands.  He wants to strangle it.  He wants to hurt it.  He wants to destroy it.  

It?  No.  He wants to shut Anatole up.  He screams and tries to hit it, banging his fists against the robot’s chest piece.

“Just call me the whore you want to!!  It was to get back at him!  IT WAS ALL TO HURT HIM!”  His eyes are clouded with tears of anger, resentment and something else he can’t rightly think of at the moment. “TELL ME YOU HATE ME TO MY FACE! TELL ME YOU CARE TO MY FAAAACE!!  SHOW ANYTHING TO ME!”

Hatred is his blanket.  It is his strength and it is his foundation.  It keeps him alive, sharp and breathing, but it clouds his eyes and it clouds his judgement.  His hands are now limp at the robots throat, tears falling onto the metal freely and he falls silent.

[spycrabsroleplay]

The bot isn't expecting the reaction, and goes down easily. It's wheels sliding on the floor and falling backwards with a clang.

it's aware of hands about it's neckpiece, but he's pretty sure the guy won't do more than dent it slightly. And if not and his head snaps off, he can still very well operate for long enough to get to someone who could fix him.

Needless to say, he wasn't worried.

Even the slam of fists against his chestpiece. He was backed up. If his internals were destroyed, he'd still go on.

That's what he was made for after all.

But it seems the man is done screaming at him (?) and is now nothing short of drained. It hears the plink plink of water against his chassis.

It wonders if he should unsheath it's hands or something, wonders if it should attempt something he remembers to be a hug.

It talks instead.

"Hey. C'mon man, it's okay, right? He's gonna do something for you, so isn't that indication to know he cared enough to give a damn about you?"

[bloodiedforest]

Hey man, open up already

[bloodiedforest]

His jaw sets and he makes a disgruntled face, eyes firmly set onto the robot’s output of the voice.  Now the voice mocks him.  He tries to picture the scene in his head.  Anatole sitting at his desk in the observatory, speaking to a mirror.  It had to be to a mirror right?  It couldn’t be to someone else other then himself… 

Could it?

Destan… His lips turn upward in an angry way.  Even now you torment me with promises of peace, Anatole.  You tease me, you call me down.  

You laugh at me…

“Play it.”

I hate you too… 

[spycrabsroleplay]

"I hate you" It begins. Softly, gently, as if explaining it to a child. But it sounds tired. Weak.

Pathetic. "Your honeyed words and forceful nature that can drive anyone to your bed Flaunting your relationship with your other and fucking anything you can get your hands on You disgust me I'm only glad you thought of Marcel as a son rather than a bedmate If you had taken him to bed, I would have killed you When I heard Etienne took him to bed I almost Quite almost entertained the idea of hurting him Maybe even killing him But such a man was not known for his promiscuity But neither was he known as being so crass as to be the one to deflower my other on the bathroom floor I burned from it It should have been special It should have been his /choice/ Not because your other was burning with the desire to mate and Marcel just happened to walk in And understand the need for it And agreed to it (He had the human mind of a child. Does that make a difference I wonder) I should have never asked about it I was right in the first place I tried it by myself And I hated it Upon agreement with Marcel, we tried it with Etienne But I was weak Insecure And we stopped But then Marcel and Etienne Well, I have already said But Hate is hard to hold against someone so pathetic (So, so very pathetic. I wonder if I should have told you that I could see something lingering behind his eyes. Something trapped and unpleasant.) And the equally pathetic have no grounds to hate (Was it cowardice that made me hide it? Or did I want to see you suffer?) (Or was I afraid you wouldn't believe me?) (Or did I just not care? It was not my problem, after all.) But I did allow myself to hate you I loved Marcel With all my heart But I hated what we did together I wonder if I was complacent because it was him? Did I bared it because it was him? It was alright because it was him? (Did I not love him enough?) (No. I would have given up everything for him.) (I did, in a way.) In a way do I hate him? Like the way I love you? (No. no, I can never hate him. I love him. And it was alright because it was him. If anyone else, I would have hated it. But not him. I think.) But Perhaps it was merely Stockholm? But I recall falling for you long before you hurt me Killed me I respected you Your mind and your apparent care I appreciated you What you taught us and your efforts Despite the free knowledge you preferred Marcel before me I loved /you/ So badly it burned me with confusion Because I did not understand the concept of your love Marcel was Quick to learn that emotion It lingered when I began to  fear you It grew when you apologized But I realized then the game you play with those around you Your honeyed words Do you love everyone you bed? Or do you merely satisfy your cravings when your... Your fated is unable to do so? I think I hated you then After you apologized And I found out your self destructive nature Destan had his reservations too But when his other started displaying a similar nature of promiscuity He got depressed But was too cowardly to speak against it Afraid of losing him To tell him he didn't like it That he should stop That his eyes should be for him And him alone It hurt him enough to give his heart Less so his body So he did not understand Until you came along Satisfying each others bloodlust and then some

(I wonder if this sickness did not linger within me)

(Would I have ended up with you?) I hated the fact you could indulge whilst I could not But I have seen what happens when we indulge You and I I wonder if the lingering joy of killing Marcel is mine Or the thing that took my body I sicken at the thought But At the same time Do I want to see him strapped down and torn apart like you did to me? I wonder But my mind is dangerous So I will never Never Entertain the idea of indulgence On him or anyone else (I wondered what it would be like to have you spread out) (cut open) (Alive and screaming) (as I watch your heart beat as I expose it to the air) But Marcel loves you in a platonic way I think So I will abandon my ideas My love My fear All for him But I can hate you in silence As I bare it, I hate you As I inevitably lose my mind, I HATE you But I love you So I will protect you I will give you what you want A son in Marcel And I will return Destan to you Because that is all I can do for you”

~~~

It cuts off suddenly in a burst of static.

==> End of transmission

~~~~

".....And... well, that's it I think. Yeah. Dunno what you're gonna do with it though."

[bloodiedforest]

Hey man, open up already

[bloodiedforest]

He sees himself in the words, words he finds to be very accusatory.  Eyes narrow at such accusations, but he slowly sips at his tea, listening.  Not the first time he’s heard such things said to himself, but he’s not entirely convinced that the voice, which is a broken reflection of Anatole’s, is talking about the vampire, but more towards himself. 

His own lips move and he speaks into his tea, just mumbles of an old man, tired and hanging on by a thread. 

You can never hate me more then I do.  You fool. 

At the breaking glass he eyes the robot and waves his hand in the air as if to continue.

“If there is more, then please play it.”

[spycrabsroleplay]

It continues….

~~

“Look at you

Pathetic

Surrounded by people once, and yet

You are shocked when it all falls apart around you

Nothing lasts forever

Didn’t you realise?

I wonder if I should be enjoying this

Should I indulge in your suffering?

I wonder

People drift away and you are left alone

It is not a pleasant feeling

I can sympathise

Honestly I can

But none felt it sharper than Destan

Reason why he accepts his love’s freedom

Because what if he objects?

And is left behind?

I wonder if that is the reason he remained with you

He knew you

As much as I did

But had the will to act on it

The stayed with you

He still does

I wonder if you have noticed yet?

Probably not

Hahahaa

I’m glad for you

Honestly

I wonder if you notice?

I hate you And I’m sorry”

You hear hysterical giggling

—-> continue? ~~

“I think there’s one part left that I can… well, that I found anyway. I think.”

[bloodiedforest]

Hey man, open up already

[bloodiedforest]

“It would be little to no effort for me to find you. These walls…”  He drifts off that statement.  No one really asked him how he seemed to be everywhere all at once or how he moved seamlessly in and around the castle.  No matter to him.  He’s done explaining.

“I hadn’t forgotten, I wanted to speed it up actually.  I hadn’t given you a time.  After my letters I was going to go and find you if you hadn’t found me.”

And they’ve come to the kitchen where he starts to fix himself a cup of tea.

“You can play it now.”

[spycrabsroleplay]

"Huh, alright then. Whatever man." he says, possibly indicating he really doesn't care. Or something.

"Well, at least it worked out and stuff. And I'm here now, so lemme start it up. Gimme a mo."

~~~

The recording begins, and you hear a familiar voice speaking softly. The voice is raw with emotion, and hitches in some places. Despite the softness, the voice is sometimes bitter, sometimes infuriated, sometimes very, very wrong. But you recognize this voice. ~~~~~~~~~~~ "I hate you" It begins. Softly, gently, as if explaining it to a child. "Your hidden meanings and willfulness That you think yourself /mighty/ and /powerful/ enough to protect everyone Why do you act so /crushed/ when the inevitable occurs and you fail? Is it human nature to go far beyond their abilities? To think they can beyond their abilities? While ambition is admirable.... It can be self destructing You are heavy with the weight of everyones troubles They swarm about like leeches sucking out your life and energy Calling on to you to fix their every Single Problem No matter how small Or petty How pathetic (I called upon you in my human infancy. I wonder if I should have. And when I was old enough to take up my own actions, I failed absolutely and called on you again. I am grateful. But there is a bitterness in my mouth that will never leave me.)" Why do you take on problems when you cannot solve your own? Do you care that much? Or do you enjoy your burdens You cannot save everyone You cannot protect everyone You do not prioritize and try for those closest to you If you cannot do that at least What good are you? (I tried. God I tried. I gave up everything for him and yet ended up with so very little) (for now) I Am a realist I suppose Or a doomsayer I know what will happen in my future So I don't fight against it I remember what happened when I did (Oh god. I remember EVERYTHING) But I accept it And prepare for it Maybe you should too Before you lose yourself and become nothing I appreciate that you are looking out for him But what makes YOU THINK you can protect him better than I?!? (But I know you can. Even a fool can see you are far stronger than I hope to be. Maybe in an immortality that I can remember, I will be able to surpass you.) I am sourly reminded you saved his life once I am grateful But I loathe it A petty thing to be upset about What do you think you are? WHO do YOU think you are?! You CANNOT protect everyone So why do you try so hard?" You hear the sound of breaking glass, and the recording cuts off suddenly. ---> continue?

[bloodiedforest]

Hey man, open up already

His knocking’s taken on a sort of steady thumping rythm, his fist falling against the wood with a dull thud each time. He takes care not to dent the wooden door though, even if he’s sure he could probably punch a hole through it if he tried really, really hard.

Not that he wants to anyway. Things are already really weird between them, even if he’s not sure why.

Honestly, the dude confuses the shit outta him. It’s not even funny.

“Guy? You in there or what?” He calls out.

With Alois having broken a lot of his priceless vases and colored on all sorts of other things, the prospect of having dented doors might distress him.  Did no one appreciate how old most of this stuff was?  But he’d been writing letters at his desk infront of the window, being heated with a crackling fire to his back, when the robot had come to call. 

No heart beat, no fear, no real determinable emotion.  He doesn’t like it.  Doesn’t like how he can’t read the other being.  But he raises from the chair and comes to the door.  He opens the door looking none to pleased.  

“I’m right here.  I was just on my way to see you.  Walk with me.”

And he’s quick to step out of the room, continuing down the corridor.

“I require a drink, and then you will play the recording for me.”

[spycrabsroleplay]

Well, good to see the guy’s as cheery as ever. Yeesh, hate to imagine how many frownlines he’s gonna end up with. Not like he needed any more.

“Well, apart from the fact that you wouldn’t have known where I was, you did tell me to come to you yesterday. Didja forget?”

He wheels along the other man, lingering just behind the guy as he makes his way to… wherever.

“Sure man, not like I’m in a hurry or something.”

[bloodiedforest]

He listens to the robot blatantly insult him and laugh at him, eyes narrowing as he does.  Who the hell did this robot think he was?  

“I can see that you’re a copy, yes.  I will come to you tomorrow.”

Without another word, he scoops up the child, and leaves. 

~~

There were a lot of things that were wrong with what the robot said.  But once putting your hand out for help only to have it slapped, makes him pull back and never reach out his hand again.  Anatole’s memories, apparently, didn’t serve the robot’s information banks now.  

And he sure as hell wasn’t going to stand for being laughed at, mocked, and insulted in his own damn house.  Let alone having to explain himself to someone such as him.  

[spycrabsroleplay]

Huh... that was abrupt?

....

Did he say something stupid or something?

He probably did, didn't he?

Goddamit.

Either that or the guy was getting hell defensive again.

Yeesh, guy needed to chill out.

[bloodiedforest]

“No it’s not that…”

That might have been what he needed.  But the way that the robot speaks so freely of Etienne’s plight along with everything else going on in the castle makes him suspicious.  Quite suspicious.  And if the baby wasn’t there, the conversation might have gone into a different direction completely.  With more fists. 

But it doesn’t.  And he sighs.

“There’s just… Nothing with Anatole and I was resolved.  I still feel mad at him, left out to dry.  I guess I did the same thing to him.”  His tone changes to sadness instead of anger.  ”I didn’t know how to react to someone that didn’t.. Didn’t…”  It’s hard to say, evidently. “Someone that didn’t want me.”

I felt so damn alone, and it was alright for him, wasn’t?

His eyes stare off into the fire for awhile before the baby stirs in his arms and it shakes him back into reality, his eyes fluttering what moisture(?) that might have been collecting.  

“I don’t hate you… I’m just… I don’t know what I am right now.  But it’s not what you think it is.  I need your help.”

[spycrabsroleplay]

“Hahaha, wow. Really? Who’da thought the big scary dude had abandonment issues, huh? But I guess I kinda suspected. But I still don’t get it. I mean, you had everyone around you and they all loved you, right? So what’s one person that didn’t? I mean, you had a majority of his cluster, right? You coulda just taken them all and left him alone if you felt so bitter about it. But you didn’t. Maybe you didn’t realise you could though.

Either way, he was just one guy. Why should it have made a difference to you? You got a ton of people fawning over you I’m surprised you keep track of them all. I don’t get it.

And yeah, stuff wasn’t resolved and probably never will be. All things considered anyway. I mean, I could go through this stuff with you, but I’ll be the first to tell you I’m… not really him. I’m just a copy.”

He stops for a moment.

“And well… I wouldn’t say he never wanted you, yaknow? I dunno man, he was seriously messed up a little bit. But hopefully after the recordings you might… I dunno, get it a little better? On the other hand, it may very well bring up more questions. Either way, it’s there if you want it.”

He stops again and emits a  whirring noise as if he was sighing.

“Well… Sure I guess. I’ll do what I can. Just don’t pi-.. make me mad, okay?”

[bloodiedforest]

“Did your predecessor think so lowly of me to have you think I’d back out?  Believe it or not, robot-”  He says this in a way of disdain. “-I actually was the one that tried to help them first and cared for them, I think, more then alot of other people did.  You add that to your memory circuits.”  Man does he sound defensive.  Must be a sore spot for him. 

“Either way, I want you to come to my room and let me listen to that recording, tomorrow night.  I trust that shouldn’t be a problem.” 

[spycrabsroleplay]

"Wow, talk about touchy." The robot blinks, not noticing the strain on the words. "I'm just giving you an option to back out. I'm not demanding you do. Yeesh, you got a kid to think of right now. And I dunno about you, but I think the little guy is a little more important than this thing winding up. But maybe that's just me. "

"And you think I don't remember that? I kinda know everything that went down from Anatole's perspective, so don't try pulling that card with me buddy. I appreciate you gotta see this thing through, but do you really have the capacity to juggle this, your kid, and your lover's thing too? Not to mention all the other guys coming to you to solve their issues. Like I said, I'm not gonna stop you. But maybe take a breather or something to think about it. Proritise and shit."

It's antenna droops slightly, and it looks a little apprehensive. Or incredulous.

"The way your acting it's like you don't like me or something. And hey, if that's the way it's gonna be, I don't owe you anything past the recording. So yeah, I'll be there. But don't expect anything from me afterward you dic-... person."

[bloodiedforest]

He looks completely unimpressed.

“You’re not scared of me, but you wont let me go back into the mirror realm for fear of me getting more dark power.  Yah okay, robot.  Whatever you say.”  

He’s obviously mocking the silver clad friend, but he gives a roll of his eyes and gently craddles Ahmose back into his arms.  The baby is now full and starting to fall asleep, so Diethelm rocks him gently back and forth, eyeing the robot.

“I guess, I just question, where we go from here.”

[spycrabsroleplay]

"Hey gimme some credit here. That's not fear, it's common sence. You were cray cray not too long ago, remember? And while I'm more than capable of surviving even if you fu- er, destroy my body; what about everyone else, hmmm?"

"And... well, I guess there's nothing to do until marcel gets back. I dunno why, but I got a nagging feeling this isn't done just yet. Not to mention the thingy I felt back in the mirror. I need to find out what it was."

"So I guess maybe your participation in this mess is over and done with if you want to back out."

[bloodiedforest]

He frowns at the robot as if it’s said something completely inappropriate   Hands drop the food he’d been eating and cover the small baby’s ears before opening his mouth, quite upset and speaking to the robot.

“I see you have inherited no extra manners.  You will watch your language infront of my child, or I will dismantle you and remake you into a talking ashtray.”  An empty threat, but he didn’t want Ahmose picking up rude habits from a robot.  A robot no less.  How absurd. 

The mention of himself, though, gives him pause.  Now he’s wondering what would have happened if he hadn’t known the pair.  Would they have lived a relatively normal crab life?…  Without knowing hurt and pain and abandonment?  He sighs.  But now he’s worried.  Marcel seemed reluctant to tell Destole that he was allowed to die.  What happens if they come back.  Both of them come back?  

Maybe he’ll have to… 

“Do tell me more, robot, but watch your language infront of the child.”

He takes his hands off of Ahmose’ ears, starting to eat the little meats and crackers again. 

[spycrabsroleplay]

“Pft, please. He might’ve been nice to you and a little apprehensive, but I’m not scared of you. But yeah, I guess I should… er.. watch my language or something. Don’t want him growing up like Destan or something, right?”

The robot cocks his head to the side, as if searching his files for anything else he might say… but…

“Er… I think I got all of it. I think? Good thing about this time round was that Anatole managed to store everything he was remembering onto the chip powering me. And, well, the chip powering Mark 1. We have a sort of complete picture of what happened and things, but it’s enough to go on for sure. I guess you can ask me for specifics and I’ll let you know what I know about it.”