Had he not wanted to kill him? If he had been able to help Avon, if he'd been able to trap Lore, there was the chance that eventually he could have helped him. Instead, he was roped in by a being that fed his madness.

A responsibility. It was a responsibility to save, not to murder, and he took the easy road. The good of many in this case could have been the good of all.

He nodded numbly and continue to fix the android until it was operating again. It got up and roamed off, and the moment it was reactivated he settled back onto his haunches with a look of distress.

There was still the one in the eyepatch and the short one with the unkind sneer he had to go through. All the others had been so easy that it made little sense to him. Some of them people that he'd lost. "Avon... if I manage to repair these... can we go? I believe I have been introduced to the bad habit of running away. I want to go."