That's what she wanted to hear, right? It wasn't her fault. That seemed like something you'd hear in a dream, or a hallucination. She wasn't capable of the latter, but her systems could be affected by outside forces in a similar manner. Always be on alert. She was a weapon. No matter how much time passed, nothing would change that. And yet her gatling gun remained at her side.

"No."

At first, that's all she can muster.

"You're not... it isn't, it's not a waste."

She can't understand what he's been through, however, and she knows that. Even with her memories and her sisters' memories, and even their "mother's" memories, it's nothing. All of that blurs together. It's so vague amongst a sea of data. And with the life she's been given, she's hardly done enough.

"I have missed you as well. But you can't leave, can you."