Bass sank back on his couch, withdrawn into himself, even for him. Today, he had seen Simon die. More than that he had seen Kaito die, and it hurt him more than he cared to admit. It hurt him more than he could understand, this antisocial robot who cared little for friends ( Read more... )

It had been a long, trying week, and Bass was not sorry to see it calm down. While being a robot built for battle, he simply couldn't abide by wanton, pointless killing. That, plus the subjects of the assassinations, had stressed him out more than he could bear.

Seeing them alive again for whatever reason, though, had at least helped. It didn't ( Read more... )

[The first thing you can hear is nothing. Just... silence, suffocatingly thick. Then after a minute or so of that is a thick breath, and a snarl.]

They didn't.... They wouldn't!

[There's a loud BANG as his fist hits the desk.]

I don't care what sort of damn fucking feed there is, I am not going to believe it ( Read more... )