[He raised his head slightly. Oh, he didn't even realize that she got rid of the couch. He didn't even realize the fact that this was the first time that she actually let him into her room. He also didn't realize it looked exactly... felt exactly like aperture. He didn't know how he felt about that. Wheatley wasn't used to the emotion... he wasn't sure how he felt about anything anymore. And then he came to a thought that maybe he never did.

Except he felt that killing her had to happen, whether he thought about it or not.]

"Got rid of your couch? Haha, why would you do that? Ahhh, alright... that's fine then. Up you-up you go."

[He picked her up, in the same fashion that he had carried her to the castle. He remembered that. It felt like everything he did had some great memory with her in it, and it was starting to feel bittersweet. He'd carry her over to her bed.]

"Nice place you got here. You knowww... you know it reminds me of some place I know."

[His attempt at making a joke.]