He just doesn't want me to add boyband music to his playlist too.

[awayfromdread]

I fail to see how I am "adorable." And your excitement over being able to add more "sappy love songs" to my playlist instead of "hard rock" is both confusing and unnecessary.

[He doesn't even understand how rocks make music okay.]

Though I will openly admit that I am... glad to be back.

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[looksfine]

[Ask Saint Walker. He probably knows.]

As am I.

[awayfromdread]

[But he'll answer all weird and cryptic.]

I had hoped... [Damn that word. :|] our meeting would have transpired more... amicably.

[looksfine]

[At least it's an answer?]

I found it to be quite informative. [In many ways, for many reasons, about many things.]

[awayfromdread]

Unfortunately, it was informative in a way I hadn't intended.

[looksfine]

[There is a pause, as she attempts to process his words. Slightly surprised.]

What do you mean?

[awayfromdread]

I imagine you have already forgiven me [She usually does forgive him before he can forgive himself.] but my some of my statements were... insensitive.

[looksfine]

It is not your imagination.

[Of course she had forgiven him. Both his words and actions were more than sufficient for an adequate apology. And, in some ways, he had been right. Not about robots being unable to feel...but she and the Manhunters were really nothing alike.]

[Her private discussion with one of them proved this to her.]

They were. [No point in denying the truth.] Do you still believe them to be true?

[awayfromdread]

They had never been true, not when it came to you.

[The Manhunters hadn't been swayed by her arguments, proving his point about them. But her argument proved that she was much more than they were.]

[looksfine]

But I am a robot.

[She is not attempting to imply that she doubts him. Merely emphasizing how his blanketed statement was the main issue, while reaffirming the knowledge of her own nature.]

[awayfromdread]

[Welp. Let's... not trip over words this time, hopefully.]

And yet you are nothing like the Manhunters. As I said, you have more of a soul that I probably ever did.

[looksfine]

[Lack of tripping: successful.]

But you do have one, Razer.

[awayfromdread]

Which does not negate my argument.

[looksfine]

It mollifies the significance of such a comparison.

[She wasn't one to argue whose soul was bigger; all that mattered was that they existed.]

[awayfromdread]

[It was a compliment, Aya, gosh!]

I suppose you are right.

[He's... not really sure if he can actually explain what he means. It's not like you could really quantify a "soul" empirically.]

[looksfine]

[A compliment at your own expense, Razer. Which is unacceptable.]

I am glad we agree.

[No, you can't. Which is why she wasn't going to bother trying.]

Just as I am glad we will be traveling together again.

[awayfromdread]

[He's trying to get better about not hating himself, okay.]

As am I. I apologize if my disappearance caused you... some concern.

[looksfine]

[Okay.]

You left for a reason. I understand that.

[awayfromdread]

In hindsight, perhaps I should have at least told you I would be leaving.

[Though Hal kept up his secret sabbatical pretty well. There were Reasons he didn't want to tell Aya.]

[marysuit]

Love, so deliciously trite. Yet sentimental.

[looksfine]

Yes. You should have.

[Then she would not have had to devote so much time in creating that List of Places Razer Could Be.]

[awayfromdread]

It is, by definition, sentimental.

"Trite" is debatable.

[awayfromdread]

[But I'm sure it helped you wile away the time while you were traveling!]

It had not occurred to me.

[Well, that's not totally true. It had, but if he had to talk to Aya before he left, it would've been... complicated.]

[looksfine]

[That and fighting Manhunters.]

Why not?

[marysuit]

Meaning lacking originality, freshness. Always see the same things over and over again: the sight of first love, the kisses of rapture, the inevitable tears.

That being said, it doesn't lack an entertainment value.

[awayfromdread]

Your idea of love is rather... melodramatic.

[awayfromdread]

I needed time to... think. With the Red Lantern invasion taken care of, I had to face what I'd become.

So, perhaps it had occurred to me, for a moment. But leaving was something I had to do alone; it would have been difficult to explain something I could not have truly explained at the time.

[marysuit]

I'm all about melodrama.

But what has you talking about all this love? A girl?

[awayfromdread]

[falkdjflj he resists the urge to snap "none of your business!"]

What does it matter to you?

[marysuit]

You could say love is my business...a part of love, anyway.

[awayfromdread]

Which part?

[marysuit]

The pining part~

[awayfromdread]

I'm afraid I will be of no interest to you. I do not pine.

[Yes he does. :|]

[marysuit]

All life wants, even if it's simple things. But all life wants. What do you want?

[looksfine]

And have you located the explanation you sought?

[awayfromdread]

Yes. I believe I have.

[awayfromdread]

That is none of your business.

[looksfine]

Good.