More every day. The sub-routine that designed them was out of control.
[She can’t really blame HEPHAESTUS, because it’s not a human—or even designed to behave like one, the way GAIA is—but it sure has been a thorn in her side, and she thinks she’ll always bear something of a grudge against it, both for what it did to CYAN and how long it took them to capture it.
And what it cost them, in the end. She pulls her lips into a tight line, though it’s difficult to guess whether the sentiment is frustration or something else.]
We had a plan, to get it back. [Another plan. After they had to let it go again.] But then--
[A vague gesture, to their surroundings. She ended up here.]
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[She can’t really blame HEPHAESTUS, because it’s not a human—or even designed to behave like one, the way GAIA is—but it sure has been a thorn in her side, and she thinks she’ll always bear something of a grudge against it, both for what it did to CYAN and how long it took them to capture it.
And what it cost them, in the end. She pulls her lips into a tight line, though it’s difficult to guess whether the sentiment is frustration or something else.]
We had a plan, to get it back. [Another plan. After they had to let it go again.] But then--
[A vague gesture, to their surroundings. She ended up here.]