Maybe it'll help ... if you think of me like the Sheriff.
[ She says this softly, without looking at him. The source of so many moments of tension between her and the other people here... her constant and, to many, inexplicable defense of their jailer. Hannibal likely figured it out after their very first talk, but to her, Sheriff Hal is a kindred spirit. Someone that the rest of the group would be willing to dispose of to get answers, even though he seems to think and feel just like the rest of them do. But he's just a robot, just something that somebody built, and they hate him, so why shouldn't they break him and throw him away?
A mistake. Garbage. It. ]
We're a lot alike. Both of us were built for a purpose that we have to fulfill. The people we work for give us orders, and it's our job to carry them out. The Sheriff might be a robot instead of a doll, and it doesn't seem like he was made with someone else's memories, but... I've thought a lot that I'm probably more like him than all the people here.
[ Then come back with us.
I can’t… not the way I am now. But… what would it take for me to be like you?
Maybe her whole short life, she's wanted nothing more than to be like the people she loves.
She's quiet after that, though, seeming to consider his words. ]
I don't, [ she finally says, rather abruptly. ] I don't want to sacrifice myself. I want to be with my friends, and get ice cream together. I want to live...! [ Her voice twists up tight and high, and with a flinch she stops. Sighing, she lowers her head so she can rub at her eyes. After that, she just kind of ... stares down at her hands, wide-eyed and intense. ]
I'm not sure it's ever really mattered, what I wanted.
[ Well, what do you want to do, Xion?
You want to go back?
... what should I do, then?
There's a set to her expression that's different, now. Something sort of hard. ]
Right now, if we go back home, I won't have a choice. I already made that sacrifice. If I want to live, my only option is to rely on the Sheriff.
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[ She says this softly, without looking at him. The source of so many moments of tension between her and the other people here... her constant and, to many, inexplicable defense of their jailer. Hannibal likely figured it out after their very first talk, but to her, Sheriff Hal is a kindred spirit. Someone that the rest of the group would be willing to dispose of to get answers, even though he seems to think and feel just like the rest of them do. But he's just a robot, just something that somebody built, and they hate him, so why shouldn't they break him and throw him away?
A mistake. Garbage. It. ]
We're a lot alike. Both of us were built for a purpose that we have to fulfill. The people we work for give us orders, and it's our job to carry them out. The Sheriff might be a robot instead of a doll, and it doesn't seem like he was made with someone else's memories, but... I've thought a lot that I'm probably more like him than all the people here.
[ Then come back with us.
I can’t… not the way I am now. But… what would it take for me to be like you?
Maybe her whole short life, she's wanted nothing more than to be like the people she loves.
She's quiet after that, though, seeming to consider his words. ]
I don't, [ she finally says, rather abruptly. ] I don't want to sacrifice myself. I want to be with my friends, and get ice cream together. I want to live...! [ Her voice twists up tight and high, and with a flinch she stops. Sighing, she lowers her head so she can rub at her eyes. After that, she just kind of ... stares down at her hands, wide-eyed and intense. ]
I'm not sure it's ever really mattered, what I wanted.
[ Well, what do you want to do, Xion?
You want to go back?
... what should I do, then?
There's a set to her expression that's different, now. Something sort of hard. ]
Right now, if we go back home, I won't have a choice. I already made that sacrifice. If I want to live, my only option is to rely on the Sheriff.