Oh, I have a whole list of them. That's the thing about having a lot of memories involving revenge, you start to see how it was a terrible idea. From several angles.
I probably figured that out too. Epsilon remembered when it came to revenge or happiness, I chose happiness.
An old friend from the Project came back. I didn't exactly have the expertise or resources to find the son of a bitch, but with her, it was more doable. I'm not sure how exactly things progressed, I only remembered around the beginning of all that.
But the Reds and Blues were getting sick of being dragged around for the revenge quest and were going to leave. She didn't agree.
And when it came between the friend who wanted the same revenge I did, or the friends who were willing to give me a chance when I didn't deserve it, I chose the latter. Why exactly, I couldn't say, it wasn't from my perspective, but it's what I did.
I also imagined Ai-chan would be extremely upset if you did and that's not exactly good for an AI who was starting to learn friendship and is still working to full stability.
Sometimes part of survival is knowing when you can and cannot take risks.
I have not forgotten anything. I went out to play in the snow, and while doing so had an idea that occupied my mind so much that I lost track of time ...
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Don't you believe that?
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I do not particularly want to give them a chance right now. [ it's maybe a tiny, tiny bit softer than before. ]
[ she runs a finger along her torso, tracing the site of the wound. ]
But I suppose I can refrain from paying them back in kind.
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Okay.
Thank you.
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You are thanking me?
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I will admit that I am surprised, Puma. There were other arguments that I had anticipated you may use.
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I probably figured that out too. Epsilon remembered when it came to revenge or happiness, I chose happiness.
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[ A tiny hint of curiosity. ]
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...
An old friend from the Project came back. I didn't exactly have the expertise or resources to find the son of a bitch, but with her, it was more doable. I'm not sure how exactly things progressed, I only remembered around the beginning of all that.
But the Reds and Blues were getting sick of being dragged around for the revenge quest and were going to leave. She didn't agree.
And when it came between the friend who wanted the same revenge I did, or the friends who were willing to give me a chance when I didn't deserve it, I chose the latter. Why exactly, I couldn't say, it wasn't from my perspective, but it's what I did.
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Your people are highly important to you. It seems like you often have more concern for them than you do for yourself.
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I know I can survive. So why shouldn't I focus on not being left alone?
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[ a beat ]
Not that I have any desire to kill you. Aoko is not the only reason I decided against the airlock.
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I also imagined Ai-chan would be extremely upset if you did and that's not exactly good for an AI who was starting to learn friendship and is still working to full stability.
Sometimes part of survival is knowing when you can and cannot take risks.
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[ Pushes herself up to sit, one hand pressed against the wound. ]
For whom are you taking this risk?
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I also know how it could. [And there's something tired in his voice.]
...there was something I wanted to ask you. After reviewing the tapes.
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[ She smiles, awkward and slightly lopsided. ]
Ask.
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Why did you leave the ship? Where did you go? [And clarifies with the exact time from the DVD.]
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Ah.
I must have lost track of time. Interesting.
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Have you ever lost track of time?
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[ closes it, bringing her hand up to her chin to chew on her pinkie. ]
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Barring the whole Reapers destroyed your soul debacle.
Have you ever forgot anything?
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