Adia doesn't flinch, but she seems to slouch a little at the touch, like she's done something wrong. "It's not your fault," she says quietly, aware of how tired and cliched those words sound. "It just... seems like a mistake. Not what you're doing," she adds hurriedly, even though a tiny part of her, the part that is irrationally terrified, thinks it could be, "But... building robots that can think for themselves and then treating them as horribly as people did. It's the curse of Prometheus."
She blinks at this information, a strange ghost of a smile passing over her face, something morbidly funny, only to her. Then she looks up, serious. She wants to say she understands, that she knows Victor will be good to them. Instead, she stammers, "I loved one of them. He was... he meant everything to me. I didn't know he was a cylon. Neither did he, not until the end." It feels like a confession, a burden and a release all at once.
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Date: 2010-11-30 04:08 am (UTC)She blinks at this information, a strange ghost of a smile passing over her face, something morbidly funny, only to her. Then she looks up, serious. She wants to say she understands, that she knows Victor will be good to them. Instead, she stammers, "I loved one of them. He was... he meant everything to me. I didn't know he was a cylon. Neither did he, not until the end." It feels like a confession, a burden and a release all at once.