<span style="color: dimgray">"i would have to but i dont want love, the very idea of needing someone that much terrifies me... and being needed like that? someone actually depending on me? i would be nothing but a dissapointment. the difference between me and that thing is that i really am a person, not just an imitation of life, i may be twisted now but at one time i was normal, freshly hatched. i looked up at my mother before i was sent off to fend for myself as is our way. what did she first set eyes on? the people who put her together from whatever parts they could find, but a soul wasnt on their list."</span>she shrugged.<span style="color: dimgray"> "even though hes denying it he will still get the message... as old as you are your full name wouldnt mean anything to him, its lost in history."</span>she shrugged a little and stirred her drink with one long black claw.<span style="color: dimgray">"machines usually do."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>