[Oh, if it isn't the girl with the robotic body - Hansa pauses when he sees the familiar figure at the bridge, before approaching. Someone mentioned something about that he's been intrigued to follow up on, and so he smiles, friendly, folding his arms as he follows her gaze out to the expanse of space.]
[ a friendly nod! she steps over to make room for him next to her. ]
You'd be out of a penny, I'm afraid. I'm just staring into space. Literally, as a matter of fact. [ shrug, amused. ] There's no way this is real, but it looks amazing.
[ in common? The thread of the conversation makes it obvious what he's referring to, but he sure doesn't look like a machine. The races of Mechonis were always very obviously mechanical, like Fiora, or the Machina. ]
Oh, it's not because I'm not proud of it? Not at all. I just...well. I just don't feel like I want everyone and their grandmother to know it, that's all.
[out of context this will read very wrong but he lifts up his shirt, slightly - underneath is not a flesh and skin abdomen, but interlocking panels of metal, with some wiring.]
Its about seventy percent of my body, give or take.
except not really, Fiora is a mature 18-year-old and watched someone's head get lopped off a few days ago. She just looks a little surprised. ]
So it is true. [ and she had no idea. Is she comforted by the company, or not? Even she doesn't know yet; her feelings are mixed. ] You were born a Homs - I mean, a human, and then... turned into this?
[ she knows rufus would never actually gossip but it was funny
At his comment, her eyes drop to the ground, and she looks thoughtful. It is comforting, to an extent; it would be more comforting if the Mechon body itself was the only problem. There's a lot more, and she doesn't want to talk about it. ]
Yeah, of course, [ she replies, somewhat offhandedly, then glances back up at him. ] I'm more curious about what happened to you, Hansa.
[He places a hand on his hip, raising the other and curling and uncurling the fingers, staring at them for a moment before he lets it fall back to his side.]
...This isn't the first time that someone's told me something like that.
[His face falls into something more neutral, but there's a slight furrowing of his eyebrows. And of course, that answers implies...]
Just because the only similarities might be physical doesn't mean that we can't meet on a further level. I'm willing to listen, but I won't pry. Your body is your own. Mine is my own. We went through different experiences, bad and good. Sometimes it's just nice to have someone around that at least looks like you, I think.
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