Andrea fixed Vincent with a look. Of all the different things he could have said, she hadn't even assigned a probability value to such a statement.
She accessed her memory banks and when she spoke, it was with a perfect reproduction of Asleif's voice.
"A fine jest, Vincent. A fine one. To suppose that thou wouldst prefer that toy art greatly amusing."
"Thou wert serious, then? Thou doth truly prefer the company of this clockwork contrivance that doth presume to pass itself off as mortal?
"Sad, truly. To aspire to be mortal. 'Tis hardly an aspiration at all. Canst it return thine love? Or be it merely a game a pretend? I expected great things of thee, Vincent, but if thou doth profess love to something that art not even alive, then thine mortal side must make thee quite the deviant."
She continued to fix Vincent with quite the stare. "This is who you wish to be with?"
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