"... Cannot be erased," he echoed, quietly. It sounded too good to be true. He shook his head. "I would never... never take someone's memories. I could never take who they are from them."

Memories made someone a person. They gave them life. If this whole business of history was similar, maybe he could do this, after all. It was a tenuous possibility -- mostly due to his lack of self-worth than anything else.

His hand shook. More violently than before. He barely finished the last character before it felt as if his systems were trying to shut down. Warnings flashed over his targeting sight -- low energy warnings, mostly. He felt his frame begin to slump forward.

No.

Maybe it was fear. Maybe it was determination, but he forced his optic back online. Forced his legs to lock into a standing position. He would not bow. He would not give in. Whatever was happening... he had to see it through.

For Kay.

"Tired," he ground out, voice catching. "Fine. Tired..."