Something was wrong. The way John had been acting, she should have known. Should have noticed and spoken up. He had been so secretive over the last year, he had hidden his calls from her, his emails and other communication methods, going as far as to actively write her out of certain parts of Five. She had to ask permission to access these areas. It had made her circuits bristle, but what was she to do? This was his home first and foremost, and everyone needed privacy. Everyone had secrets. Even her. On top of that was the fact that she had the entire world to roam if she wanted while he was trapped there; it made sense to her that he might decide he needed space in terms of what he did, at least it had at the time.
And while she did go exploring, she was safe in the knowledge that her core, her soul, so to speak, was secure on the island. No matter what happened, she was effectively immortal.
Or at least, she thought she had been. Now, looking back, having had Brain's help to get her into the previously locked-off areas of Five, she began to wonder. There was something very wrong here.
She had spent a long time running in fear, terrified of what she had done and caused before she found John, and that fear had made her act first. She had almost killed one of the people that would be her greatest tool in keeping herself safe. Safe from before.
Or at least she thought he would.
Now, though, now as she looked at these patterns before her, tiny and microscopic but too familiar, she found a message.
A message hidden behind a message, she had had to read between the lines, as the humans liked to say. This was one just for her, hidden just under the surface of his.
A message for her and her alone.
One that bought back all that fear she had spent her entire life fleeing, one that made her wish so desperately for John to come back and keep her safe.
'Hello, Eos.'