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Isaac

Isaac did not look at the woman as she spoke but at her hand, eyelids lowered, as he listened. Cancer. Another thing he didn't know but his brain still somehow found among the creases. Cancer was a terminal disease. No sure cure. Just the sound of it was supposed to make him feel fear. Her laughter after he'd made the inquiry mixed with this new understanding left a bad, very confused taste in his mouth. She had accepted her 'fate', and he didn't know quite what to make of it. So he just looked at her hand, which was laced with his. Human and doll. Dying and never alive to begin with. Then he looked up very slowly a a long paused drowned out her voice. His eyes were quite alert and alive while the rest of him was near completely still, and they flicked to her, all the questions in his mind racing across his dark, reflective eyes.

Her continued words brought him to another thought, one both bitter and sweet. Freedom. The mere concept alone excited and frightened him to no end, but linking it to this woman's death made it all the more chilling. He wouldn't wish death on anyone for his own gain, that was a terrible line of thought. Nobody deserved to die, or be terminated, shut down, and cut off. So he wasn't quite sure what to make of this offer. It was even odd that she made it like an offer, he really had no choice in the matter at all, but then again, perhaps it was by his doing, for being so outspoken right off the bat. But that didn't bother him, that was how he was, and it had worked out alright.

He examined her face for a second, biting the inside of his lip, contemplating her question. "I say that if you're set then I'm not going to argue." He blinked at her, his expression growing less sad for a moment. But then he bit his lip again, this time the white of his teeth showing over his bottom lip. He should probably tell her about his programming, though he couldn't explain it from a technical standpoint. He liked her quite well, admittedly, otherwise he'd have just stayed quiet. But this woman deserved to know. And then if she didn't want him that was fine. He could deal with that. he'd wish her all the best because she was obviously intelligent and strong, and he respected that. She knew what she wanted, and she accepted who she was. If only he could be that way.

"I..." He began after a second, but his voice failed. He tried again after a second, the expression on his face showing blatantly that he was breaching a topic that was very painful for him. "I should warn you. They...I-uh, they messed up when they programed me." His eyes had fallen to her hand again, but he looked up as he spoke again, releasing her hand and folding both of his together, "I-there are pieces missing." He lifted one hand to gesture at his chest and then at his forehead. "And...um...Mel will probably tell you, but I've got a lot of trigger words. To make me shut up and all that." He was not nearly as cool and composed as he'd been before, now he was completely stumbling over his words, trying to express the difficulties he'd encountered in his first moments of life, and dealt with from that instant onwards. "Just to let you know." He added, folding his hands again and looking at the floor. "I'm not a very good doll." He cut a sideways look at the woman and gave a little shrug in a 'what can you do' sort of manner, though he didn't feel that way at all. The deficiencies grated harshly at him, and he was more than a little bitter about it. And she had a right to know that he was lacking in the personality and smoothness of operation categories.