The robot Master snorts, leaning on Tempo for support. āIf he will fix it. Heās been too busy worrying about Gamma to care about my brothers and I. Iāllā¦ Iāll be fine.ā
He knows he wonāt he. Heās using Tempo as support because if he let go, he would fall over. Heās obviously in a lot of pain too. Not just physically, but emotionally.
"ā¦ I donāt think we matter to him anymore. I could just up and leave, and heād probably never notice. Weāre nothing to him now."
{ ...Oh, no. He did not just say that. The brunette's eyes narrow, and she definitely would've made him release her if it didn't look like he was about to collapse. }
I cannot believe you just said that about your creator. You should be ashamed of yourself-- Especially you, who should know firsthand just how much Dr. Light loves you and your brothers! Every time something's happened to you, he's been right there to fix you right up! Every time! As much as I hate to admit it, most people don't have that much patience...
So he's working on a new project right now. If I heard correctly, it was so that you, Rock, and your brothers would never be put in harm's way again. { Workplace hazards not withstanding, of course. But surely he figured that. } And you think he doesn't care about you?!
{ Tempo huffs, muttering something about Lightbots and their overdramatics under her breath. ...You might want to look into that, Sparky. }