"There's no hiding for me. I'm forced to deal with what I feel. There is no distraction to mask what is real." It's meant more as a mumble to himself and himself only so colour him surprised when she suddenly enters his line of sight. Charon watches Camellia curiously before averting his gaze once more. Must be an interesting sight. The better and upgraded RK900 unit lamenting the thought of dealing with feelings. [ Car Radio by Twenty One Pilots! ]
Camellia had become somewhat familiar with the different models since her time alone. Once she lived a life where she had simply ignored the outside world, but that was a time long gone for her. She had since seen many foreign to her, learned of the RK800 deviant hunter, seen his face on one occasion; one much like this android’s, though the AX400 knew he was different. Different, with a troubled heart.
Blue eyes gazed at his own as she briefly considered what to do – if she should do anything. Of course, it was no business of hers, and despite the empathy she felt for the fellow android, she would not push if he did not want help. She remembered, years ago, how strange everything was when she woke up – how lost she was until she found home ( how dearly she missed it ). Camellia made no look of pity, nor any smirk of enjoyment over his grievances. Instead there was a faint smile offered to the RK900. Uncertain, somewhat, but kind.
“It gets easier,” she began, lacing her fingers in front of her. Lia gave him the space she thought he needed. “Maybe not right away, but someday. You… don’t have to face it all alone, if you’ll only reach out your hand.”
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