You... [It's strange, the way Fyodor says all of that. Like Chuuya's view of his singularity angers him, like he takes it as a personal offense. It takes him aback, and makes Chuuya fall silent as Fyodor continues.
It's pure? How is it pure? He wants to ask, but Chuuya's looking as off balance as Fyodor does now. And he suddenly feels like he's lost a great deal of ground, in this conversation.
He dusts off his gloves, fingers clenching in a creak of leather, focusing on that task rather than Fyodor's face.]
...Stop underestimating me, then. While we're here I'm willin' to work with you, that's the deal we made. But I'm not an unthinking attack dog or robot.
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It's pure? How is it pure? He wants to ask, but Chuuya's looking as off balance as Fyodor does now. And he suddenly feels like he's lost a great deal of ground, in this conversation.
He dusts off his gloves, fingers clenching in a creak of leather, focusing on that task rather than Fyodor's face.]
...Stop underestimating me, then. While we're here I'm willin' to work with you, that's the deal we made. But I'm not an unthinking attack dog or robot.