#-aiden

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[the-devils-toybox]

wilson lets out a faux-breath, face-plates pushing in, then out, absent -mindedly, almost as if stretching. they were taking a break, between gunfights and monster chases--3650 sits besides the turret, quiet. the silence isn't uncomfortable by any means, but wilson, ever-chatty and ever-anxious, looked to try and fill it any -way. plus, admittedly, he had something on his mind-- " hey, boss? " the turret speaks up, " do you think... " a pause, red eye getting smaller, and then widening again, as he tried to find the right words, thinking. " do you think we still would've been friends, if we met when i was human? " " i, i mean, i was a pretty weird guy, yeah, but. i think we would've. right? " another beat, beat, " maybe that's a dumb question, actually... i dunno... "

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3650 was never one for small talk. Any time he tried with the other Metrocops, he was always dismissed. Teacher's pet, a brownnoser, kiss-ass. Nobody wanted to be around him, and quite frankly, he hated most of the people he used to work with anyway. So whenever Wilson would get to starting up conversations like this, he never knew how to converse.

But it was a simple enough question; did he think they would be friends? He didn't quite get the "when I was human" part at first, though with how his own consciousness was placed into the body of an Elite, maybe it was a similar thing for Wilson. It wouldn't be a huge surprise, he knew how fucked up Aperture's experiments could get.

But... would they have?

"...No." Aiden soon responds. "When we first met, I found you annoying as hell. And frankly, sometimes you still can be. You should remember how my clone acted, after all. Not even he could stand you." He didn't seem... satisfied with that answer, though.

"If we had met when you were human, either you'd have written me off as a kiss-ass like everyone else did, or I would've seen you as too annoying to even consider talking to. But... our circumstances have changed. We're here now. That's what matters."

The Elite was far from the sentimental type... but he couldn't help but gently knock on the little turret's "forehead", sort of how someone would punch a friend's shoulder.

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