"I wish I could take it all back." Said Wheatley to no one in particular. "I honestly do. I honestly do wish I could take it all back. And not because I'm stranded in space…"
"I'm in space." His companion interjected.
"I know you are, mate!" Wheatley acknowledged with a hint of nervous laughter. He no longer had the energy to be annoyed. "Yup, we're both in space…"
"SPAAAAACE!" Cheered the other core.
"Anyway," Wheatley continued, "You know if I was ever to see her again… You what I'd say?"
"I'm in space."
It wasn't a guess, the 'space' core well and truly only cared about one thing, far too enraptured with the infinite cosmos to even give Wheatley the time of day.
"I'd say, 'I'm sorry.'" Said Wheatley, regardless. He didn't take it personally. "Sincerely. I am sorry I was bossy… And monstrous… And… I am genuinely sorry."
"I'm in space." The space core repeated, oblivious.
"The end."
There wasn't much else to be said after that. The two cores continued to drift for a long while, the space core chattering on about space and how happy he was just to be there, and Wheatley more or less alone with his thoughts.
Eventually, however, the space core fell silent.