"Really?" She truly expected the opposite answer, and it shows in the flare of light from her optics. The smaller floating robot has crept closer, hiding in his Guardian's shadow while he listens and darts down to scan the flowers. Blaze is vaguely aware of his presence, but she's preoccupied with their green friend's words, a faint crawl of uneasy static pricking over her armor and earthing where her fingers dig into the ground.

She can comprehend what he's saying, his line of thought. It sounds right, and sure, and pleasingly determined. She just can't quite imagine ever feeling that way.

Or can't bring herself to imagine it.

"You think... think it would matter to the man you were before? That you hold on to his memories?"