<span style="color: #ffff00">"you don't 'want' anything, you are just a machine."</span>Morah nodded and looked away sadly.<span style="color: #ffa64d"> "yeah, it is a good plan that you and especially you-"</span>she looked at the Animus.<span style="color: #ffa64d">"are playing right into by blaming and alienating the victim, that is sure to make her listen to you. what i hoped is that for once in all your stupidly stubborn lives you would let someone with a gentler hand help you but no, you would rather take turn bludgeoning each other with words."</span>she frowned at the Animus and shook her head. Order was looking at Morah and seemed to have listened before she looked at the Animus and raised one hand mimicking a talking motion.<span style="color: #ffff00"> "i wish i were a moron. do you know what i have learned on this sad little rock? the idiots who don't know any better are much happier then the smart people who know how fucked their situation is. do you know what i wish? i wish i could trust you, but to my eternal shame and sadness i was used to exterminate your makers so i cannot have one of them check your systems... i do not have your schematics, i do not have the tools to run your diagnostics and be sure of the results and i know how much easier my life would be if i had an ally i could actually trust. so fuck you and your assessment of me, i just don't want to risk harming an innocent person, that is acting like an adult." </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>