[ There's a stutter-stop to Amos' emotions as Aetós elaborates, fury replaced by bafflement the more he talks. And normally, he can respect practical matters like this. Hadn't really cared about any of these goings-on until Vander, his friend, had gotten nabbed — and until he'd seen Adelfoúla's body get destroyed, upon which that had become his entire focus. As it is for him.
In the real world, where he's moved from his shop to the room where he keeps a small safe for items he's been entrusted with — Adelfoúla's shard fragment now among them, he's entrusting himself with it — Amos blinks, still confused, kinda blank as he tries to parse this info. Until the notion of humanizing her, as if that was something she'd needed — and after a blip of nothingness from his end, disgust floods in. ]
So that's how you justify it to yourself. Haven't heard that one before. [ His voice is dripping with revulsion, because yeah, there's no way to make this not personal now. And, in a mocking tone, ] It doesn't matter because she's my property. She's mine to do with whatever I want.
[ It's a straight line to the versions he has heard before. ]
Then why does she have a soul.
[ That's what all of this is about, isn't it? Aetós wants that piece of her soul back? If this was strictly practical then she wouldn't have one at all. He's operated drones before — and that's not what she is. ]
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In the real world, where he's moved from his shop to the room where he keeps a small safe for items he's been entrusted with — Adelfoúla's shard fragment now among them, he's entrusting himself with it — Amos blinks, still confused, kinda blank as he tries to parse this info. Until the notion of humanizing her, as if that was something she'd needed — and after a blip of nothingness from his end, disgust floods in. ]
So that's how you justify it to yourself. Haven't heard that one before. [ His voice is dripping with revulsion, because yeah, there's no way to make this not personal now. And, in a mocking tone, ] It doesn't matter because she's my property. She's mine to do with whatever I want.
[ It's a straight line to the versions he has heard before. ]
Then why does she have a soul.
[ That's what all of this is about, isn't it? Aetós wants that piece of her soul back? If this was strictly practical then she wouldn't have one at all. He's operated drones before — and that's not what she is. ]