"No, you never forgot!"

Solus slams her hammer down against the workbench, whirling in place to direct a furious glare her brother's way.

"Honoring your 'memories' does nothing for those left ignored!"

Even his later words do little to help; furious and hurt, her armor bristles, spines of her alt raising in subconscious defense.

"You even required an excuse to see me. The excuse of my work. Have I nothing of worth to offer but the sum of my constructs?"