Calla continues to watch the light show, trying not to let on how intrigued he is. Is the other Program using some kind of device to do this? Or is it something inherent to his function. What kind of function would even need something like this? The only use Calla can think of is following someone—who that someone might be is less clear.

The lights vanish as the Program stands and turns, revealing a stripe of damage slashed across the side of his helmet. This time, it’s impossible for Calla not to wince.

“Did you piss off the wrong Creator or something?” The muttered question is meant to be a jab, but not completely stripped of sympathy. It’s not an uncommon experience for any Created, after all.