Pegasus has always been Rui’s favorite robot, no doubt about it! He’s always loved head pats, and would love having his creator’s attention—which was ALMOST all the time. Although, Rui has been acting strange recently. Pegasus would like to know why!

Although… not like this…

”Am I a robot or a doll?” The robot asks itself quietly, watching the blond in the glass coffin like he’d move. The flowers withered long ago, but still there. Lillies, roses, carnations, chrysanthemums. The look Pegasus gives is traumatized, even. If robots can feel that way. ”Am I anything at all?” It hasn’t felt anything its whole life. Everything feels fake; like a facade. A cover-up ready to fall apart at any moment in time. It’s just a replacement for the real Tsukasa, after all. It has always heard slip ups from Rui almost calling it Tsukasa, but he’s always corrected himself. Now that same creator is hanging onto it, begging and pleading. Sorries escaping that filthy mouth of his and falling onto deaf ears. Hell, maybe even broken ones, if the shock didn’t hit so hard like a freight train. ’maybe a thing like me doesn’t even deserve to know.’ It didn’t NEED to know. Why did Rui let the “curiosity” as HUMANS call it get the best of him. “Curiosity killed the cat” they say. Pegasus sure feels killed. Satisfaction didn’t bring it back. It’s not satisfied, it’s numb. The circuits break in Pegasus. Why be so mournful, you make a robot of your dead lover, just for the robot to have feelings of its own, and then WHEN YOU DIE, IT’LL BE ALL ALONE, WAITING TO COME BACK— it- it doesn’t make sense…

Pegasus… can’t move. It’s just a replacement, after all. A replacement for his creator’s dead lover. Rui should just dismantle him. It wouldn’t hurt, Pegasus already experienced enough hurt. It’s a- a robot?! How does it experience emotions like this??! ’Am I big or am I small?’ Why did Rui never tell it, it was a robot…just keep leading it on like this… ’I lost my identity so very long ago.’