He contemplated a part in an open gap in the robotic Travis's head, switching it on. A piston started to work inside of it, bits moving and churning in a way he'd never seen an androids head do before (other than Avon's representation).
The cog started a memory, and he looked at Travis sadly.
"...He liked my brother. I think they were friends. ...I know that... people seem irredeemable on occasion, but they seemed to genuinely be friends rather than using one another."
He wouldn't let himself hate him for his hostile words. Avon being possibly dead had left Data feeling as if he had nothing to lose. Travis had lost who he loved. It made sense, in a twisted way, and it was an emotion that the TARDIS let Avon clearly view and experience from Data. That sense of sympathy and pity, and the remotest bit of understanding.
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The cog started a memory, and he looked at Travis sadly.
"...He liked my brother. I think they were friends. ...I know that... people seem irredeemable on occasion, but they seemed to genuinely be friends rather than using one another."
He wouldn't let himself hate him for his hostile words. Avon being possibly dead had left Data feeling as if he had nothing to lose. Travis had lost who he loved. It made sense, in a twisted way, and it was an emotion that the TARDIS let Avon clearly view and experience from Data. That sense of sympathy and pity, and the remotest bit of understanding.