[She wants to cry, a little, to scream, stamp her feet. She can't believe she's getting left behind by another asshole robot, and the thought nearly surreal, because she hasn't connected David and Darling in her mind in months, because they're nothing like each other at all. And it doesn't staunch the hurt, but it short-circuits the tantrum. She sulks, hunches, stares at the wall, tries to untangle something worthwhile and honest from her throat.]
I don't know what I require. But I like you. And I trust you.
Why do you think you can't?
[He's telling her, instead of tricking her. She can be honest with him back.[
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I don't know what I require. But I like you. And I trust you.
Why do you think you can't?
[He's telling her, instead of tricking her. She can be honest with him back.[