Those were dreams that were never accomplished. The Guardian Units of Nations, G.U.N., thought I was a threat or were displeased with the doctor's results. They wanted me as a weapon. They attacked the colony. Maria died trying to save me. She jettisoned me into space. But G.U.N. managed to get ahold of me regardless of her sacrifice.
My creator was forced to continue his work on me as a weapon. Losing Maria...it destroyed us both. So he altered my memories. Set me to become his tool of revenge. To destroy the world he once sought to protect and save. And I nearly succeeded.
Sonic stopped me. Sonic helped me remember my promise to Maria. To protect the world. Our world. Our home. A world that doesn't exist anymore. Because I failed. Our world is a ghost of its former self now. And I'm here. Tasked to protect this world now.
[She doesn't have any better comfort to give him. Losing someone that important - not being able to protect someone that important, blaming yourself for them dying - there's no words she could give to make that easier.
[He doesn't pull away. He doesn't cry or break down. He stays quiet for a long moment.]
I am slow to trust. Gerald put his trust in G.U.N. and they brought ruin. I want to trust. I want to trust you and Sonic. I want to show Sonic I want to trust him.
Trust is hard. For people like us, especially. -I want to trust people too, but I don't know how to shut off that part of my brain that's always preparing to be hurt.
...I grew up in the Backstreets. The poor parts of the City, where government presence is minimal and gangs battle for control of each area. Every day you had a chance of being killed for being in the wrong place at the wrong time, and that was just how it was. You could never let your guard down even for a second.
When I started work at L Corp, I saw coworkers die every day, because it was cheaper for the company to replace them than to try to make things safer for its employees. I can't count how many times I've had to step over corpses while working. You don't get a chance to mourn, and you don't get to be at less than a hundred percent at your best or you risk being the next one to be killed.
I don't know how to convince myself that I'm safe, and I'm not going to be killed if I let my guard down just a little.
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