The moron froze, staring at Her as She walked closer, and finally stopped in front of him. Her yellow eyes looked down at him, narrowing into small, angry slits. Wheatley swallowed, looking away after a while. He knew She was thinking of a way to get rid of him now that he was so vulnerable. He hugged his knees and stared at her feet with small pupils.
"Ell-o, th-there! Why exactly-are you here? You know, a moron like-like me isn't really quite worth your time, so-so you should just-"
"Oh, a moron is plenty worth my time. You said so yourself a few hours ago. You wanted to make sure I didn't forget you in there. Well look. I'm not forgetting you." The android spoke in a bored tone, but he knew She was amused. She almost seemed to sneer at him as she proved his point wrong.
"Erm- That's, that's correct," Wheatley seemed to shrink under Her gaze. "But-but I was talking my head off! You shouldn't listen to whatever I say, r-right? Heheh, I'm ... I'm a m-moron remember?" He said the word with bitter resentment, hating how he stuttered and hesitated. She seemed to have caught on. "I agree, I shouldn't listen to a moron, because I choose what I do and don't listen to." She bent down to lean towards him, making a shadow across her face. "I just wanted to see for myself how the moron was holding out first hand. I couldn't really believe you were that clumsy." Her yellow eyes flickered as she sneered, she definitely sneered this time.
Wheatley pressed his back against the wall, trying to get away from Her sight. "Well, you better believe it n-now, luv, because it won't be getting any-better.." He scampered, laughing nervously. Much to his surprise, however, She stood up again, and stepped back. She uncrossed her arms and held out a hand. Wheatley stared at it with a confused look on his face.
"Do I seriously have to tell you to grab my hand? I'll help you." Ooh, how he'd like to believe THAT story. He looked up at Her and gulped, moving to grasp Her hand and prepared to stand up without pulling on Her hand much. He doubted that She wanted a moron dragging Her down any more than...than he already has. He hefted himself up into a crouching position, and held her hand softly as he took in a deep breath. Her hand was surprisingly soft in his hand, and almost fragile as he tried to grab Her hand in a convincing grip as he pushed himself up with his legs-
Only to have Her hand pull back suddenly, and he fell backwards again, landing on his back with a painful jolt. "Eugh..." He grunted, fixing his glasses on his face with a lazy hand. He looked back up at Her with a pained expression. "What'd you do that for? You...You said..." He trailed off. He had his suspicions to not trust Her and yet he did it anyways! He groaned and rubbed his eyes. She laughed softly and shook her head.
"Did you really believe it? If I'd thought it was that easy, all I'd have to do is tell you I would help you into an incinerator too." Her lips curled into a cruel smile, and the tone in her voice wasn't reassuring at all.
"I'm n-not that gullible either, lady." He grumbled, glaring at the floor in front of Her feet furiously. "I would know I would die if you mentioned a single word about incinerators, or...or something dangerous."
The Central Core simply laughed. "But you trust the most largest threat to your existence, if not your enemy, even a tiny bit. Eventually I could build up that trust, and watch it crumble as I kill you." The thought never struck him, but it was frightening when it did. That trust, no matter how small, could grow, and She could manipulate him to do everything with that loyalty. And now that She figured out that there was a tiny grain of moronic trust he had for Her that even he himself didn't know about, she could start the whole process.
He trusted Her now, and how was he going to find a way to stop that small grain of trust from growing?