"I know her. Good kid. She even offered once." Their arm plates shift restlessly, internal bits tightening and loosening again with a little whine of servos. "Not sure I really want her seeing those memories. She seems awfully innocent. And I got some bad shit in here." The idea of Naminé watching the memories of torture, programming, and excessive amount of murder seems really, really wrong.

They shake their head a little. "Aziraphale helps, too. Just can't pull too many at once, or they get bad. And they come back on their own, some. Just not usually when I want them." They spent hours chasing Hanukkah memories, and never got a damn one. So frustrating.