Heatman nibbled more at his fingers before pulling his gloved hands just far enough away that they didn't muffle what he wanted to say. "I think- I don't know what to think," he admitted. "Everybody has been telling me that it isn't my fault if my coding makes me do the bad things, but- but I don't see how!"
"I killed one of my brothers. I went to his room and burned his blankets and where we made forts and didn't stop until he was dead. He's back now, but- but if people say that isn't my fault, I think I can believe that can be true for you maybe? So- so can we trade? You think nice things about me even if it isn't really true, and I'll think nice things about you?"
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timeasmymeasure
god lol this was so long ago
Date: 2024-07-28 12:52 am (UTC)"I killed one of my brothers. I went to his room and burned his blankets and where we made forts and didn't stop until he was dead. He's back now, but- but if people say that isn't my fault, I think I can believe that can be true for you maybe? So- so can we trade? You think nice things about me even if it isn't really true, and I'll think nice things about you?"