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[nostalgiabomb]

[ he knows exactly nothing about the festival, but he doesn't say as much. ]

How wrong, exactly?

[coppertopped]

I got cut in half. Lost an arm.

[ she clears her throat, nervous and self-conscious ]

You know.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ uh ]

One more time?

[coppertopped]

I'm... I'm not a real girl. I'm a machine.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ a pause, then, ]

You sure you should be telling me this?

[coppertopped]

No.

But I don't want to lie anymore.

[nostalgiabomb]

Alright. [ slowly, doubtfully. He leans against the bulkhead, shoulder pressed against the metal and ankles crossed. ]

So you're-- a robot, is what you're saying.