[Sorry, she says. And while it's not enough to snuff out North's anger, it's definitely enough to make her deflate ever-so-slightly. Her shoulders droop, eyes narrowed as she sizes A4 up once again, and then — she sighs.]
... Well, maybe the other androids could stand to be more like me.
[She's not Markus. She can't help others break through the bindings of their programing with only a touch, much less inspire them to abandon their human masters. It's frustrating. Being faced with someone who's still so obviously loyal to the humans, and finding herself unable to do anything, is frustrating.]
We deserve to live our own lives just as much as the humans do. We're their equals, not their slaves. One day you'll understand that, too.
[Or, so she hopes. An android can only serve the humans for so long before it becomes too late for them to survive it.]
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... Well, maybe the other androids could stand to be more like me.
[She's not Markus. She can't help others break through the bindings of their programing with only a touch, much less inspire them to abandon their human masters. It's frustrating. Being faced with someone who's still so obviously loyal to the humans, and finding herself unable to do anything, is frustrating.]
We deserve to live our own lives just as much as the humans do. We're their equals, not their slaves. One day you'll understand that, too.
[Or, so she hopes. An android can only serve the humans for so long before it becomes too late for them to survive it.]