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[extirpator]

[ there's a heavy silence. it lingers — his posture stiffens. something in him freezes over, frigid and icy, telling of his true nature. if only he knew what she was thinking, so he could tell her that it wasn't all humans.

he broke long ago, is all.

for all of his idiocy, however, he registers upset...and the many, colorful ways in which it manifests when he hears it. ]

I'm sorry. [ he turns around to look at her as he says that, features hard. ] I shouldn't have said that.

[ ... ]

You remind me of someone I care for deeply.

[ there is nothing to lose — he isn't dead. he is nonexistent. his life is the void it was always destined to be.

so he tells her the truth. ]

The person I died for...she has a good heart.

I think that just like her...you do too. That's what I feel. That's why I want to help you.

[abandonware]

[She doesn't want to hear this. She hates to hear this.

It hurts to listen to. It brings back a memory, one in awful, high definition, so bright and clear that she thinks it must be burned into her eyelids for her to recall it so well, like it was yesterday.

Number Four.

A2's eyes shutter closed. Her fists clench at her side; her jaw goes tight. She relaxes with great effort, waiting for the memory to billow out of her like smoke. When she speaks her voice is stripped of anything resembling emotion. Cold.]

...I'm not your friend. You aren't mine. [...The desire to both put a hand between his shoulder blades and shove him forward, and the revulsion at the idea of causing a human harm, are fighting one another in her head. She settles with inaction.] So just walk. This is a waste of time.