The SQUIP does not check behind it to see if Myr is following. It doesn't care what he does with the door. It slinks ahead, drops itself onto the couch almost petulantly to stare up at him as he follows after.

They've been here before; the two of them sitting together in its living space, talking, although the atmosphere this time is wildly different, the air thick and heavy and silent.

"In order for you to understand exactly what you've done... you need to understand what I am. Or what I used to be," it says, its tone cold and hard. "Do you know what a SQUIP truly is?"