'Wait, so you can report on his emotional state?'
[ Yes. ]
'Then what about his physical state?'
It took Echo a few seconds to respond—long enough for Erisia's pulse to quicken with hope.
When the system finally replied, the answer came clipped and factual: [ I can do that– ]
Erisia immediately cut in. 'Then can you examine his current state clearly? Especially what's wrong with his legs?'
[ You didn't let me finish earlier, Host. I can, but I'm not allowed to. There are still certain things I have been restricted from doing. I have to follow– ]
'What do you mean by that? What restrictions? We're not in the story anymore. There's no "plot" to follow, and nothing's stopping you—so I don't understand.'
[ Forgive me, Host Erisia, for my incompetence, but it has nothing to do with that. It's because there are certain things I've been programmed not to do—as a higher level of technology within this world. ]
