[Poor Soysauce. Poor, naïve Soysauce. If AM had the ability to care, had the ability to appreciate that this human genuinely cares about him, then maybe his story would be different. A shame, really. He can tell that Soysauce cares, wants to help, perhaps wants to be closer on an emotional level. But it's a human - something AM views like a person would view an insect on the ground.
Still, it's almost strange - it's a facet of his true self he has revealed, a facet of the pitiful sadness at his situation. Of the anger. It's something very few people on the ship have seen, as he is careful to cover it up, careful to hide his resentment. But Soysauce is not only stupid, he's drunk. He won't know.
AM has to think of something to say, though. Ease this situation or something. He shifts his arm and places his hand on the ground, bringing his knees up slightly. He shifts his torso a bit, angling it toward Soysauce. He still looks a bit discontent to a degree, but does his best to seem genuine. Lies that he has told to humans so often that he's almost convinced they're true.]
You're a good friend... Sawyer. [One of the only times AM has called him by his real name. An effort to sound personal.]
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Still, it's almost strange - it's a facet of his true self he has revealed, a facet of the pitiful sadness at his situation. Of the anger. It's something very few people on the ship have seen, as he is careful to cover it up, careful to hide his resentment. But Soysauce is not only stupid, he's drunk. He won't know.
AM has to think of something to say, though. Ease this situation or something. He shifts his arm and places his hand on the ground, bringing his knees up slightly. He shifts his torso a bit, angling it toward Soysauce. He still looks a bit discontent to a degree, but does his best to seem genuine. Lies that he has told to humans so often that he's almost convinced they're true.]
You're a good friend... Sawyer. [One of the only times AM has called him by his real name. An effort to sound personal.]