Despite the rivalry with its counterpart, V2 never truly hated them. Sure, it had stolen its arm twice, but it had at least gotten the Knuckleblaster back after the robot tried to steal its arm a third time.

Of course, not without help. You, a fellow bot who considered it more useful to have V2 as an ally than as a fashion statement, had assisted in V1's fall, once and for all.

Only for you to end up extremely damaged. Sure, the panels of V1's chassis helped somewhat, but you were still frail and fragile. Sand still got lodged in your joints, the sun still made you overheat, despite it being in the shade and you in the water.

V2 had decided to scout, just survey the layer of Greed for a bit, nothing too far from your resting place, when some curious Swordsmachine decided you were likely its next meal.

V2, having been on its way back, had an odd feeling in its circuits as it carried a bucket of Filth chunks. Blood for the next few days. It hurried its pace, buried code blinking on after years of being useless.