>"Probably. My memory isn't that great with anything before then - very fuzzy," she explains quietly, keeping that same far-off gaze. "Twilight bots are known to be quite high-strung, always looking to learn something new."
"And that's one of the chips, I'm assuming?"
"I probably shouldn't be asking this shit, sorry," you apologize, suddenly feeling quite guilty about opening up this wound again.
>"It's funny, normally I would berate you for digging," she muses, cocking her head as her eyes focus on you once again.
"Why aren't you?"
>"Feel like a weight got pulled off of my shoulders earlier tonight. Don't get me wrong, I will flay you if you turn into an soft little bitch, and don't expect me to be an emotional cuddlebug-"
>"But it felt good to tell your plight to someone else," you finish for her.
"At least let me say I'm sorry you had to go through all that. Can't imagine it."
>"I appreciate it - but again, don't make this all mushy," she instructs. "What's your plan going forward in regards to this 'Teddy?'"
>You have to just shrug instinctively, which causes Midnight to frown.
>"That's not reassuring," she says in a flat tone.
"Well, I'm not going to just lie to you - there is literally nothing I can find of anyone named Theodore or Teddy who's a renowned scientist or mad genius. It would probably be easier if I had a last name, but even then, no guarantees. For all intents and purposes, this is just your average guy that may or may not have been involved with the line of work that dabbles in making bots or..."
>"Making things like me."
"Beings like you. Not things. Have a little more respect for yourself - remember how you pushed yourself as this image of a superior being before," you encourage her.
>"Well, I *am* better than you, but that goes without saying," she jabs.
"Now hold on there, that wasn't what I meant," you snap, playing up the facade as being offended.
>"Perhaps not, but the point still stands. I'm turning around your business, aren't I?"
"I suppose," you pout. "But anyway, you and I are gonna get the parts for that order tomorrow, and I'll give him a call to notify him - maybe see if I can't get him to talk about what this is all about."
>"And if he doesn't?"
"Wait for him to pick up the parts - he said when he did, he'd talk to you, right?"
>Midnight's lack of enthusiasm makes it clear she doesn't like what you're laying out.
>But you certainly can't just crucify the guy for knowing something.
>There aren't really any options.
>You know Midnight understands.
>But it certainly throws her back into an uncomfortable situation, and for good reason.
"Don't stress about it - I mean it when I say I got your back. Remember that," you reassure her, going to pat her on the side.
>Midnight is keenly aware of your movement, and eyes you disapprovingly.
"Sorry," you apologize while pulling your hand back. "So you're really done sleeping?"