Tonik gently grabs on Piru's shoulders and shakes his head.
Tonik : Not worth it.
He slightly pulls Piru back a bit, then goes to close the kitchen door. Now there are only three of them inside.
Tonik : There, some privacy...
He sits back on the floor again.
Tonik : OK so... what I wanted to tell you is... thanks for being there for me. I'm really grateful that you did. Before meeting you two, the only, and I mean ONLY other "person" I could make friend with, was... Nemesis of Kin. The entity that possesses me. It was the only thing that kept me company. No-one wanted to team up with me in missions and assignments, because the only thing I'm somewhat good at, is making weapons, and nothing more. Not fighting, not scouting, not navigating areas... not even reading maps. I was usually called a failed experiment because of how faulty I frequently got, due to my old, outdated, unstable system... as well as my appearance corrupted by Nemesis. And even when I tried to prove myself that I could handle myself, by taking on the four best reploid fighters in the whole base... later on I learned that they intentionally let me "win", otherwise I'd be dead the moment any of them made a move. I "won", I got false hope that I was actually something... but, no, they set it up. And now, with the embarrassment of being knocked out by Zero's shield straight into my stomach, people see me as a complete joke.
He pauses there and looks down at the floor, shaking his head.
Tonik : Barely anyone calls me by my name. Aside you two, Bolo and Junkrat... who aren't with us anymore... everybody calls me "mammoth". That's about the most respectful thing they can call me, apparently.