"Yes. She believes that this blood," she pointed to the bloodstains on the bed, "belongs to a human. Specifically, you."
…
Wow, what the actual fuck, Neia.
"What?" I raised my eyebrow.
"Yes." Neia replied. "This is your blood, Samur."
"…Is a dragon's nose this powerful?"
I don't remember that being in my database, unless someone failed to download it in its entirety.
⟦Don't blame me for your own failures.⟧
[You're one of them.]
⟦And you're forced to live with it. Nice.⟧
[I regret creating you.]
⟦Then shut me down, pussy.⟧
[I will, don't worry.]
⟦Ha, sure. I look forward to that day.⟧
The fact that the Memory system is able to diss me so effectively despite having a monotonous mechanical voice is what pisses me off the most.