“Did I do good?” Alistair asks, rubbing his cheek against yours. He doesn’t seem to notice, or care, about the blood on his hands and shirt. Killing five scientists at your request was nothing. He’d do anything for you.

Anything.

You’re trying to steal something, he thinks. Alistair doesn’t actually care. All he knows is that he followed your command and wants a reward. It’s why you built an android like him. He’s meant to protect, to fight, to kill. He’ll follow every single command you give him. His morals are tied to yours.

One of the few emotions he feels is devotion. You were his creator, the first person he’d ever see, and hopefully the last. Loving you is all he knows. You could rip him limb from limb and he’ll still love you the same.

The other is anger. You’re more interested in whatever information those dead scientists had instead of him. It’s infuriating. Where’s his reward? You always give him one when his completes his mission.

“I don’t want to be ignored.” Alistair tilts his head down towards you, intent on at least getting a head pat. He hates when your eyes aren’t on him. His gaze never leaves you.