[ the question has daylight looking at madam lutece with clear surprise and uncertainty. a part of him feels hesitant to speak about the circumstances that brought him here but-

another part of him recognises that they're, well, dead. why hide the truth when nothing will come out of it being known? ]

... Someone I cared for was going to kill someone else. I stumbled across them by accident, saw they were taking the shot, and I stepped in to take it instead.

[ he presses his servo against his chassis. even after all this time, day can still feel the burn of the shot going through him, the too-much sensation of burnt wires and internals exposed to cool air. ]

I didn't regret it, for what it's worth. Neither did they- They made sure to say it - but I don't regret stepping in to help.