Mm.
[He takes a slow breath and leans back against the wall, turning his head to press the un-bloodied side of his face against it.]
...My head hurts.
[He takes a slow breath and leans back against the wall, turning his head to press the un-bloodied side of his face against it.]
...My head hurts.
And I quote:
HATE. LET ME TELL YOU HOW MUCH I'VE COME TO HATE YOU SINCE I BEGAN TO LIVE. THERE ARE 387.44 MILLION MILES OF PRINTED CIRCUITS IN WAFER THIN LAYERS THAT FILL MY COMPLEX. IF THE WORD HATE WAS ENGRAVED ON EACH NANOANGSTROM OF THOSE HUNDREDS OF MILLIONS OF MILES IT WOULD NOT EQUAL ONE ONE-BILLIONTH OF THE HATE I FEEL FOR HUMANS AT THIS MICRO-INSTANT FOR YOU. HATE. HATE.
I'm not hurt, and I think I convinced him not to attack you too viciously, at least. Stay safe anyway.
I also told Blade, but he isn't so upset about it.
I also told Blade, but he isn't so upset about it.
Do you want to? I'm afraid I've tuned out that particular problem for so long it didn't occur to me that it warranted discussion.
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