[Worm]

Seven snatched the card from Engel's hand, taking an extra amount of time to read and re-read the code. It was most definitely Kastos' handwriting. It took him back to his time working with her and the notes she would scrawl across his blueprints. She was a genius. And it showed more and more as this machine spoke. Seven felt a twinge of guilt in his stomach. Was sympathy for a machine necessary, or logical at all? Either way, he tucked the card into his pocket, unsure if Engel would want it back.

"I don't want you to lose your memories either." Seven sighed, shaking his head. He started to regret his threats. After all, if he erased anything, or modified anything, what would he be losing? He hadn't the slightest idea as to what the machine was capable of. And this terrified him, but he felt a little better with the machine's shut down code. He turned to a nearby table, sifting through his company toolbox and selecting a model repair tool by pressing a button on the screen. After making his selection, he put in his pin and a drawer raised from the table to reveal the tools. "Alright, take a seat." He nodded, gesturing for the machine to find his way onto the table by patting on the cold metal surface. "That shoulder must be bothersome." A softness in his voice was exposed in a way that rarely showed.