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He trailed off. Something seemed to be pressing on his mind- his optic turned floorwards, squinted, peered up sideways at her, managing to convey an incredible amount of guilt for something that was basically just a metal sphere with an eye in it.

“Can I just say, before we go any further, that I’m… I’m really sorry. For everything. I’m sorry I was such a, a monster, I’m sorry I was so demanding and pushy and… er, well, murderous. To you. I was wrong, you were right, I never should have tried to run the place by myself, and I… well, I’m just…”

He paused, searched for a better, sharper, smoother, more convincing way of putting it. Gave up.

“…sorry.”

Blue Sky, chapter 2

I drew a thing awhile back and just got it scanned.  I’m a doof and forgot about the Long-Fall Boots, so that’s why Chell’s wearing regular boots.