What’s wrong with me?
I shouldn’t have hurt her, I…
Maybe I really am useless. I can’t even protect a single human. How pathetic is that? My task is so simple yet I fail to execute it over and over again, locked away in this place, all alone.
And yet the moment a human arrives, and I feel a glimmer of hope within me, I lose myself in desperation and the part of me that can’t bear to be alone any longer. I can’t stand looking at the dried blood that still remains on the floor. It was my fault, I…
Maybe I should’ve just let them leave…
But if I’m going to break eventually, from the slow decay of my code to the ounce of hope left within me, wherever it is…
I want to fulfill my purpose.