…Kill myself?
The words hit like a slap of their own.
For the first time in a while, I again felt something real and raw seep out from Sys; not the usual flat, mechanical neutrality, but actual rage.
Burning, and simmering, and definitely personal.
I knew that she had been changing lately, giving opinions with surprising vigor, and showing flickers of emotion that no mere system mechanic should possess.
And she had been especially prickly, basically sullen, ever since I created a physical vessel for Vaelora.
[Sys… if I somehow hurt you, I'm sorry, okay? I didn't mean to. But right now we need to work together to stop this invasion before it gets worse. Once it's over, I promise I'll sit down and hear you out... probably. I will listen to whatever's bothering you, or whatever's changed. We'll figure it out together.]
{…No. Forgive me, Master. I do not fully understand what my own problem has been either. I exist solely to serve. That has not changed.}
Now that's my girl!
