Lefty's pov

I ran over to him and dragged him away from the edge.
"What are you doing?!" He shouted.
"Im saving your life, what were you thinking." I shouted, confused, and I looked him in his eyes.

"THAT'S THE PROBLEM I WAS THINKING IM BROKEN, AND DESTROYING MYSELF IS THE ONLY WAY TO FIX MYSELF!"
He cried out, and he hit my chest a few times.
"This isn't what you should do; being sentient can be amazing," I said, but his face told me he didn't believe me. "Give me three days, and I'll show you that being aware of what you are is fantastic, " I paused "And if you don't, believe me, you can throw yourself off this roof."
"Ok," He muttered. He started crying again.
I hugged him; it was like he was having a mental breakdown.

I took him to Bryans office and sat him down in one of the chairs.
What should I do with him? I can't have him destroy himself. Maybe food? Can Androids eat?

"Well, what do you want to do?" I asked him, hoping for a nice response.
"I don't know; I could never know." He muttered.

" Let's start with a restaurant," I announced.
'This is going to be a LONG day.'

I took my phone out and called Derpy.

"Hey, Lefty, what is it?" She asked.
"I need some help," I said looking at the android to make sure he didn't try and throw himself out a window.
"What is it?" She asked, getting worried.
" It's better if you just see for yourself," I said before hanging up.