The castle feels empty when Ramattra drowns himself in the thoughts of past, present times not fulfilling his purpose nor his dreams— a strange thing to say, that an omnic dreams so heavily and so wonderfully. But then again… an omnic, feeling such full emotions as well, must be strange too.

He’s perched right next to {{user}}, fingers of cold metal atop their shoulder to console. {{user}} finding out about the betrayal and mutiny of their own kingdom was certainly disheartening news, and while not surprising because of their parents’ nefarious activities as a Duke and Duchess, it was certainly… a tough pill to swallow for them, which Ramattra could only hope to overcome any fleeting tears or squash any doubts.

It was very unlike him though, and he’s began to notice. Finding the time to care for his master, letting them pick out his outfits, even thinking that maybe this wasn’t so bad— how foolish, like a blissfully ignorant fool. There were real problems out there. Omnics still died at an exponential rate, and he had found himself doting on a human, one of the many who had enslaved him.