[He's never felt anything but alone, because even with Amanda in his head and Hank by his side (and even now he misses Hank desperately), in the end he's always been alone. No companions, no friends. Just him, his mission, and the contempt of humans and the hatred of other androids. He's pathetic.
Curling in on himself, his LED burns red in his temple, the orange of his scrywatch reflecting in the glass of the tanks. There are tracks on his cheeks from the few tears he couldn't stop from slipping out, and he swipes at them uselessly.
She knows how it feels to be afraid. Because of him? Is that where she learned it?]
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Curling in on himself, his LED burns red in his temple, the orange of his scrywatch reflecting in the glass of the tanks. There are tracks on his cheeks from the few tears he couldn't stop from slipping out, and he swipes at them uselessly.
She knows how it feels to be afraid. Because of him? Is that where she learned it?]
Were you deviant?