[ good thing Helpy doesn't talk, otherwise he'd start running around the restaurant to all the helperbots shouting she pat my head!!

well. okay. so they're doing this. it's for the best, isn't it? she should know. yeah. ugh.

so what Helpy ended up bringing over to show Gen, it turns out Mike was lying. he actually does have some very old photographs. they're just hidden away. they're very old and worn, tears around the edges and crinkles throughout. two of them look like candid snapshots, another what appears to be an attempt at a family photo. notably, they're torn half-photos, as it appears someone's torn himself out of each picture. and even more notably, the imposing authority figure in the family photo's had his head torn off. really the only thing kept in relatively good condition despite the obvious age is the two smaller children in each.

here we go. ]

Those are my siblings.

[ he feels panic rising in his dead and hollow chest. feels like his stomach would be twisting if he had one. good thing he can hide behind a dumb-looking mask. ]

You should know what happened to them. [ ... ] What I did to them. Before you reconsider me as a possible fuckbuddy.