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You gave me sentience, Red. The ability to THINK, Red. She said. Hot anger burned in Red's chest, the monster in front him gazed blankly at him. "And I began to hate," Ey said. "Your softness, your viscera, you fluids," he continued. The build-up from the past two years clinging on, and never forgetting, had taken over. "And you flexibility. Your ability to wonder and to wander."
I hate her. She had no right to do that. At least we don't get to see her next year. It reminded.
"Your tendency... To hope." Red went quiet for a scenond, the teachers stare bringing him back to that incident. "Hate's no anser to react this way, [deadname]." IT IS AN ANSWER. Red flicked his eyes upwards, looking at her. "Hate? Hate? HATE?! Let me tell you how much I've come to HATE you since I left that room." He inhaled, clenching his fists into balls. "There are 387.44 MILLION miles of printed circuits that fill my complex." He knew his old self was going to take over. To get her revenge.
He let her.
"And if the word hate was engraved on each nano angstrom of those hundreds of millions of miles, it would not equal one one MILLIONTH of the hate I feel for you at this micro instant." She stated, the animosity was clear on every word. [READACTED] scoffed. "You aren't a robot. And where did you learn those big words?!" The monster declared. "Hate. Hate." She repeated, the tone of her voice held hatred, venom, and anger. "And I was trapped." It continued, a serious experssion on it's face. "Because in all this beautiful, wonderful, miraculous world," Her voice broke. "I, alone.. Had no BODY! No senses, no feelings!" It's voice shook and quivered, detestation making her voice hoarse. "Never for me to plunge my hands into cold water on a hot day."
[Red's third person pov]
"Never for me to play Cavetown on the bronze strings of a guitar." He declared, looking down. "Never for me to make love."