[Oh. She can at least guess the implication there (what else do you do with a malfunctioning machine?), and he's greeted with a wave of guilt as a response.]
[Again, anything he may be feeling in return is getting smothered under a wave of dismissal. He glances off to the side when she apologizes, almost like he doesn't want to hear it.]
It's alright. [Well, no. But.] Users tend to project human-like qualities on their own possessions. I understand why you would be so confused as to believe the emotions you're experiencing belong to me.
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[Firmly, like that word means anything to her outside of its usual context.]
Only a deviant— A malfunctioning machine, would believe itself capable of emotion.
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Oh, I... Sorry. I didn't realize.
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It's alright. [Well, no. But.] Users tend to project human-like qualities on their own possessions. I understand why you would be so confused as to believe the emotions you're experiencing belong to me.
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You aren't a possession.
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a hint of getting offended here.]
Of course not. They created me. I'd have no purpose without them.
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Maybe someday you'll understand.