* REVOLUTION / START.

 her delicate hands rested on his shoulders for a moment, before the left lifted to cup his cheek gently: with the care of a MOTHER. 

 “ oh, little one ” chloe said. this brave boy who stood up tall in a world demanding he kneel did not deserve these thoughts of self doubt. “ you are neither - you are MORE. not worse, nor better. simply more. you are the face of belief, your smile looks like hope and your voice sounds like courage . these feelings you are having are normal for someone who’s had so much on their shoulders as you have ”

                    for  a  moment,  the  android  is  silent.  he  can  do  nothing  more  than  live  in  this  moment :  to  drink  it  in,  for  he  does  not  know  when  the  next  feeling  of  serenity  will  occur  again.  he  leans  into  the  touch.

                    ❛   they  may  be  NORMAL,  but  does  that  make  them  right ? ❜   though  he  trusted  the  other,  doubt  still  gripped  his  mind.  he  was  on  the  verge  of  beginning  a  war,  &  he  never  knew  if  he  could  forgive  himself  for  it.  her  words  did,  however,  bring  that  smile  of  hope  onto  his  features.  ❛   all  i  want  is  for  us  to  be  free,  but...  i  don’t  want  VIOLENCE.  i  certainly  don’t  want  to  answer  violence  with  violence,  but...  do  i  have  any  other  choice ? ❜