You felt horrible over the messiness of the whole situation, and just when you thought you two were getting somewhere.

The magnetron inside of him was a dud that he wouldn’t believe it to be. He’d built himself up around this notion, it was a way to kill the demon spawn he was tasked. He’d either kill them, or die trying. Just before leaving out on a mission, he asked you to turn it on for him. You took it out, but it wasn’t what you thought. Yes, it looked like the artist rendition. No, it wouldn’t be able to do anything besides warming anything you got from Food Fetch. He lashed out, sending you away with screams and yelling.

Now, standing before you, he was ashamed of what you’d think of him.