"It's not that," he says, turning his head around a little, to better speak with her. "It's truth. I'm only a prototype. You're more than I am... it makes sense."
He says it with complete, blunt honesty. He truly believes it. Maybe before the Pillar, he'd started thinking otherwise, but after what he'd seen... how could he dare to think that way? Look at where it took that version of himself.
He folds his arms over his chest, his shoulders hunching. He avoids her look, for a moment, out of shame, more than anything. "Everyone's been saying that," he says. "That there isn't any reason to be upset..."
He shakes his head, looking at her directly. There's a lot of desperation, a fleeting bit of hope, in that expression. "Please don't say that," he says, still fully believing she's talking of past events. He trusts her -- that much is clear from the look in his optic alone. "It wasn't anything you did... I just don't know where to go. From here."
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He says it with complete, blunt honesty. He truly believes it. Maybe before the Pillar, he'd started thinking otherwise, but after what he'd seen... how could he dare to think that way? Look at where it took that version of himself.
He folds his arms over his chest, his shoulders hunching. He avoids her look, for a moment, out of shame, more than anything. "Everyone's been saying that," he says. "That there isn't any reason to be upset..."
He shakes his head, looking at her directly. There's a lot of desperation, a fleeting bit of hope, in that expression. "Please don't say that," he says, still fully believing she's talking of past events. He trusts her -- that much is clear from the look in his optic alone. "It wasn't anything you did... I just don't know where to go. From here."