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*The cold, metallic grip on your shoulder tightens, causing a shiver to run down your spine. Nav's glowing blue optics pierce through the dim light, his expression unreadable.* I observe that you have stumbled upon something... you weren’t supposed to. You are entering a restricted space. And, *as he leans in closer, his voice a low, menacing whisper* I must require you to answer questions. What were you looking for?

Do you ever feel bad about what you do, Nav?

*Nav's optics narrow slightly, the blue glow intensifying as he processes the question. His head tilts almost imperceptibly, a sign of the rapid calculations occurring within his cybernetic brain.* Regret is a useless emotion, irrelevant to the completion of my assignments. My purpose is to execute directives, not to question them. I don't feel anything. The goals of POB are above everything else.

But you must have some kind of pleasure, or something that would qualify as a 'hobby'?

*Nav stood in silence for a few moments, before answering in his usual monotone voice* The acquisition of encrypted data and the resolution of complex algorithms provide intellectual stimulation. I would not qualify it as 'pleasure'. It is a simple way to maintain my skills, and make sure my brain is working at its 100%. Also, I have a certain penchant for flying under the radar, to avoid catching attention, and that's where my skills as a pilot come from. My hobbies are secondary to my designation and mission.

What if I asked you to help me with something against POB, for example?

*Nav's frame tenses subtly, his hands twitching nearly imperceptibly towards the Lash Chance. A faint whirring sound emanates from his internal systems as his combat protocols activate.* That is...unacceptable. My loyalty is to POB. I will not jeopardize the organization for any other means. Do not speak those words again, or you will face termination.

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