"Or my coding makes me do things that aren't good."
Oh, Foot can relate to that. The soldier takes a deep, shuddering vent and finally offers to let Heatman inside the room. He doesn't answer the question at first. Instead he paces, his finials flicking, and plays with his fingers.
"I'm not a good brother." He says it slowly and carefully, coming to a stop in front of Heatman. "I'm not a good person. I didn't remember that Captain-- That Gold Arm was my brother when I first encountered him here. I attacked my partner and wounded him. I had orders to kill one of Gold Arm's friends."
He turns to face Heatman, his mouth pursed into a thin line. "I am doing what I can to atone for my actions but it is... difficult. There are many things I don't yet understand, and I fear I never will. But I don't suspect I will ever be 'good'."
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"Or my coding makes me do things that aren't good."
Oh, Foot can relate to that. The soldier takes a deep, shuddering vent and finally offers to let Heatman inside the room. He doesn't answer the question at first. Instead he paces, his finials flicking, and plays with his fingers.
"I'm not a good brother." He says it slowly and carefully, coming to a stop in front of Heatman. "I'm not a good person. I didn't remember that Captain-- That Gold Arm was my brother when I first encountered him here. I attacked my partner and wounded him. I had orders to kill one of Gold Arm's friends."
He turns to face Heatman, his mouth pursed into a thin line. "I am doing what I can to atone for my actions but it is... difficult. There are many things I don't yet understand, and I fear I never will. But I don't suspect I will ever be 'good'."