"No, you don't understa-" Thief starts, but by then it's too late. It walks, slumped, to the dead robot before laying one hand upon it. "I was not begging for its life." Thief says slowly.

This, too, was surly a sign. A reminder. A rebuke from Thief's creators for its cowardice. If it had started its journey sooner, if it had worked up the nerve to brave the wastes and make its way from this blasted place, it may have found what it was searching for already. But it hadn't, and now at the dawn of its journey one more lifeless body lay in front of it. One more robot consigned to oblivion.

"I will not apologize for my cowardice for I know it will not hear me." Thief says to itself. "I will take this as a lesson, and use it to reaffirm my quest."

Done, Thief turns to the large robot. Better to attend to the living stare uselessly at the dead. It's eyes look over the large destruction bot. "I apologize. Would you allow me to attend to your damage, minor as it may be?"