[Mekatra]

"Do you pity me?" Engel asked curiously as he made his way to the table and climbed up on it to get into a position that would be easier for Seven to work on him. "She pitied me. She would cry while working on me, saying she had broken the laws of god and given me a burden." His eyes flashed as he ran diagnostics on his shoulder.

"It is troublesome to not work as intended. It is fortunate that I do not function as a human. It takes minutes or hours to fix me and replace my parts. It takes much longer to fix a human." The motor in his shoulder had a damaged gear toward the top of his range of motion. "Is it repairable or will it require replacement?"