It says something about Blues’ emotional state at the moment that he not only doesn’t pull away, but returns the hug almost desperately. Her question prompts a world-weary sigh from the smaller robot, and he shrugs once more.
“Kind of. I did what I could, but some of the kids were in pretty bad shape by the time I got there. And not every government is really equipped to help them… some I could get back to their families myself, but some… their families were what got them in to the trouble. It was messy. But no, nobody really got hurt while I was there.”
He’s not sure everyone was safe after he left, but… he couldn’t fix everything.
Oh, Blues... He really was much too young for this line of work-- To Melody’s understanding it was too much to handle for even some adults! Her hold on her little brother tightens, and she strokes the prototype’s back in hopes of offering some comfort.
“You shut that operation down, which counts for something at least.” She says at last, softly. “And I’m proud of you. Not all of those childrens’ situations might be... Ideal, but at least they aren’t stuck working under criminals anymore. There’s hope that things can get better. And that’s what’s important.”
...Granted, it was much more complicated than that. But if Blues wanted any hope of maintaining emotional stability, he’d have to cling to the good rather than wallow in the bad.










