[ He suspected as much. Is that a good thing or a bad thing? If he had his suspicions, was he simply waiting for confirmation? Or does he perhaps realise the futility of it all? There’s no CyberLife to turn her in to. There’s no master for her to turn on.
And if she was going to do something like that, wouldn’t she have done so by now?
All these people… She’s no threat to them. Her emotions are most damaging to herself, and she knows how to hide them well enough. It isn’t like she’s going to hurt anyone. Out of all the dark thoughts that she can have, acting out against anyone else doesn’t enter the equation.
And she knows he’s watching her.
Signs of guilt? Signs that the unstable android will pose a danger?
Is that why she’s here? Correction – why they’re both here? So what was resisted on one day can now come to pass?
Was that the design all along?
More red bleeds into the spinning light at her temple. But what comes out of his mouth makes her take pause. Makes her look at him more closely. He shouldn’t be afraid. Unless it’s a polite way of telling her he’s sorry for what he might be about to do.
Not that he would really be sorry either.
Yet his voice, his stance, she doesn’t interpret it as lying. Maybe it’s because she wants it to be, but it seems genuine. Genuine enough for her to step closer and lightly place a hand on his arm. Her own voice is quiet, soft. ]
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And if she was going to do something like that, wouldn’t she have done so by now?
All these people… She’s no threat to them. Her emotions are most damaging to herself, and she knows how to hide them well enough. It isn’t like she’s going to hurt anyone. Out of all the dark thoughts that she can have, acting out against anyone else doesn’t enter the equation.
And she knows he’s watching her.
Signs of guilt? Signs that the unstable android will pose a danger?
Is that why she’s here? Correction – why they’re both here? So what was resisted on one day can now come to pass?
Was that the design all along?
More red bleeds into the spinning light at her temple. But what comes out of his mouth makes her take pause. Makes her look at him more closely. He shouldn’t be afraid. Unless it’s a polite way of telling her he’s sorry for what he might be about to do.
Not that he would really be sorry either.
Yet his voice, his stance, she doesn’t interpret it as lying. Maybe it’s because she wants it to be, but it seems genuine. Genuine enough for her to step closer and lightly place a hand on his arm. Her own voice is quiet, soft. ]
What are you afraid of?