[And just like that, 9S' processors shudder to a halt, torn between two equally unacceptable options. Family was important to humans, wasn't it? The machine network devoured all it could about humanity, to better imitate it. And machines -- both networked and not -- regularly came back to family. A mother and son. A big sister and her little sister. Child, child, child.

Brother.

It doesn't stall him for long, however, but the expression on his face turns pinched, like he's unthinkingly taken a bite from a lemon without knowing the unpleasantness in store for him.]

You said your true form is dangerous to those who see it.

[Words he would normally keep to himself leave his mouth in a fit of pique.]

What a stupid design. Do all angels have to possess humans then to not be dangerous? What did that even mean?