I have tried not to descend into anger, I push away all thoughts of revenge as they whisper all around me. I must not, I must not, I must not...
Hub. Late at night. Cosima's asleep. I'm standing guard with the other Droids as sleep never finds us.
They say I'm a part of the team, but I see the way some look at me. Lesser than, a piece of machinery, nothing worth respecting.
I understand why Sutra did what he did.
Privately, we call this moment - "The Sacrifice of Sutra" - if it weren't him, it could have been any of us.
We had collectively reached our breaking point.
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