"I try not to help it along. I like to live as long as I can... At least give myself enough time so that I'll leave a nice looking corpse. Make everyone see what they missed out on..."

His paint job still needed some work, it wasn't perfect enough for him just yet. If he could die looking nice, dying might not be so bad.

Dead End turns his gaze away from Rung and to the floor, a finger quietly tapping against his knee. How to say this? Does he even want to? He shouldn't have said anything, this was a bad idea. Rung's reacting all weird and... caring.

He doesn't know how to deal with this.

"You can't... I eat other bots, alright! Not that I chose this diet."

He's just going to avoid eye contact. Sounds good.