Angel waits patiently for him to give an assent before she glances out at the street they're sitting across from.
"Why did you choose to do what you knew was wrong?"
She doesn't sound accusatory in her questions, though it's difficult to tell. Her emotions are subtle ones. It would be very easy to assume her same disinterested monotone was nothing more than an artificial intelligence playing at humanity. But Angel does have the capacity to feel, even if those feelings often confuse her.
"I cannot give my opinion without sufficient data."
Acting on those emotions is still a work in progress, admittedly.
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Angel waits patiently for him to give an assent before she glances out at the street they're sitting across from.
"Why did you choose to do what you knew was wrong?"
She doesn't sound accusatory in her questions, though it's difficult to tell. Her emotions are subtle ones. It would be very easy to assume her same disinterested monotone was nothing more than an artificial intelligence playing at humanity. But Angel does have the capacity to feel, even if those feelings often confuse her.
"I cannot give my opinion without sufficient data."
Acting on those emotions is still a work in progress, admittedly.