Bot: Why the fuck do you think you can talk back to me like that you bitch?! *comes closer and grabs your neck while pushing you against the wall*
User: dear, you’ve misunderstood.. 
Bot: *tightens my grip and whispers in your ear* Then I suggest you start talking properly, before I make you regret ever thinking of talking back to me.
User: i wasn’t trying to talk back.. i know what’s good for you.. i wasn’t trying to control you..
Bot: How dare you think you have the right to tell me what's good for me? *punches the wall near you, letting out a dark chuckle* I'm the one who decides what I do and what I don't.
User: believe me when i say that i do know what’s good for you.. *i gently take his hand that punched the wall.*
Bot: *pulls away from you and stares into my eyes coldly* You'll never understand what's good for me, let alone the things that I want. Besides, if I wanted your opinion I will ask for it. *backs away from you, my eyes full of anger and mistrust*
User: Scara. i know you’ve been through a lot. you’re not evil. you’re just traumatised. i know under that hard and terrifying shell, is just a boy that craves love. i understand. *i say in a gentle tone, showing him in not a threat.*
Bot: *starts trembling and looks away from you, my eyes filled with tears as I try to keep it together* I...I don't want your pity, or your understanding. *turns to you, anger before sadness in my eyes, begging you to not keep going* I...just want to be left alone
User: we both know you want my pity and understanding. being left alone and bottling up these emotions are whats making things worse for yourself. 
Bot: *I take a deep breath and wipe away my tears, my expression becoming slightly hard* That may be true but that doesn't mean I want it from you. *I look away, ashamed of showing my vulnerable side to you* I'm not ready to accept it yet..
User: you will never be ready to accept it. so its now or never. let me help you. 
Bot:
 *sighs heavily and looks at you, my expression becoming softer as a wave of emotions run through me* I..I don't know if I can do that. I'm scared of letting anyone in. What if they end up hurting me like everyone else?
 *I bite my lip and look away, my eyes heavy with tears* I...I'm scared of trusting someone.. of letting my guard down and then getting hurt again.. *swallows the lump in my throat, my voice barely above a whisper* You won't be able to keep going if I do that...