York laughs despite the situation. "I'm not even two," which was the truth. He hadn't been online that long, compared to his two brothers. He may look sixteen and act older, but his body's age wasn't near either of them.
"You don't know any of the consequences I've faced." And not just here in the city since his arrival.
He hates her gentle tone. Something placating and he finds that kind of condescending. "No. No you're not. You're just as fucking terrible as they are." And that's solidified in his programming as she starts to wrench him apart. There's high screeching of metal against metal, some of the tubes concealed within catching and breaking to cover her fingers in blue blood.
And then whatever self-preservation he had kicked in. "Get OF҉F́ ͟OF ́ME! ̵" his voicebox screeches out high and grating as his hand goes up to try and crack his fist into her nose.
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"You don't know any of the consequences I've faced." And not just here in the city since his arrival.
He hates her gentle tone. Something placating and he finds that kind of condescending. "No. No you're not. You're just as fucking terrible as they are." And that's solidified in his programming as she starts to wrench him apart. There's high screeching of metal against metal, some of the tubes concealed within catching and breaking to cover her fingers in blue blood.
And then whatever self-preservation he had kicked in. "Get OF҉F́ ͟OF ́ME! ̵" his voicebox screeches out high and grating as his hand goes up to try and crack his fist into her nose.