[Turing can't help but look at Legion sadly, as they look towards the floor. There must be something they can do to help their friend.

They blink. They have an idea. Slowly, they open up their paint kits and take out a brush, offering it to Legion.]

Would you like to paint away your frustrations with me? That's what I've been doing, ever since I found out about my worst memory. It's been helping, in a very cathartic way.