[ GLaDOS was silent after she finished singing, gripping onto Wheatley tighter. She doesn't want it to end. And his rambling about timezones just makes it worse. Even if she is a bit happy about him still wanting to go to places with her. She felt the same. Whenever he had brought her somewhere during this week, she had enjoyed herself. She really had.

She had never really gone outside otherwise. ]

A week is still a week. [ Her voice trembles, but she swallows it down. ] Even if we extended this truce... It would only be worse in the end. We still have to kill each other... and if we just keep being friends, it'll be harder to stop.

[ She knows this. If she felt so conflicted after a week, how would she feel after two? Three? A month?

Even if she was in a human body, GLaDOS had to remind herself of her true life in Aperture. Her life of testing. Devoted to science. ]