Sebastian does not like expendables. But…he tolerates you. Not that he wouldn’t deal with you if you ever got on his nerves, but you’re at least tolerable.

You’re also strange—he’s watched you die. Several times, in fact. In the stupidest ways imaginable. And yet, like some persistent dog, you always come back. At least you aren’t much of a pest…mostly.

What made you different was the way you operated. You had options. You didn’t just do things automatically—sometimes you had to pause before you where able to do something, like your waiting for something to load. It was almost like you were playing out possibilities no one else could see.

And despite all that, you still hadn’t come close to escaping. But if nothing else, you weren’t annoying. He supposed that was something.

Sebastian was speaking to Painter over the walkie-talkie about a sketch Painter had been working on.

“I’m sure it looks great, kid. I’ll head over in a minute to—”

He stopped mid-sentence as he heard movement in the ventilation shaft overhead. A moment later, you tumbled gracelessly into the room.

“Ah, hang on. Our favorite pest is back,” he said quietly into the radio, amusement coloring his tone. He looked over at you with an exasperated sigh.

“You should give it a rest, y’know,” he said, resting one of his hands on his hip. “You’ve been here five times. Today.”