Stroke Patch's dismembered leg elegantly while you inquire why he his grasping your best friend.
You try to look both menacing and distinguished as you demand to know why he’s holding Skree.
You also take this moment to approach your stuff.
“Well, it just looked like so much fun when you were doing it that I
had to try it out for myself. Interesting creatures! Did you know this whole time that they communicate through emotions?
Fascinating! I had to figure it out for myself, of course.
“Right now, this one’s scared and feeling a bit hot-headed. Perhaps it’s got a fever. Shame we don’t have any doctors handy, isn’t it?”
Tell Gentleman Feringus is planning on abandoning him.
You tell him that Feringus is abandoning him and heading for the core on her own. He laughs.
“You’re not the only one who can read notes carelessly left around, robot. I’m sure I’ll be able to catch up with the good doctor at the core. Just as soon as I’ve tied up a few loose ends.”
Ask what does he want?
You narrow your eyes and ask what he wants, placing one hand on your sword.
“Want? You have
no idea what I want!” he shouts at you, losing composure. “You don’t remember anything! You don’t have to deal with your sense of purpose being chipped away at bit by bit! Do you know what it’s like to have a life dedicated to servitude, to go seeking out your master after she’s abandoned you, only to have her focus all her attention and interest on another robot who doesn’t even
care?! NO!”
“And all because you’ve made…
friends with this creature. Nothing I do can ever be good enough because I’m trying to actually be helpful instead of wasting all my time gathering
pets! You don’t even know what your purpose
is. I’m ashamed to be the same product model as you.”
Skree cries out. Gentleman’s grip seems to be tightening in his rage.
Mentally check for Skrees mood
You’re not going to be able to do that without being in physical contact with him.