[ She lets Poe come to sit with her, unresisting as he bandages her arm — allowing it in a way she might not, if it were someone else. If she realized it, she might be annoyed with herself, but she's listening to the clone's explanation, distracted by the steady cadence of his voice.
Even Andy can't help a little twinge of sympathy. She doesn't know much about clones, really — just enough to recognize one, to understand what they're meant for. She's never spoken to one at length before this and wouldn't have really cared to either. In truth, she's never felt much different about them than she does other humans. But even she sees that it's cruel, how they've been made — that insidious little chip. She can't blame him for deserting.
With a softened wryness: ]
Guess you're lucky you've got us. [ Us. Wasn't she mad about Poe saying us before? ] The only two assholes around that are reckless enough and good enough to get you out the other side of this.
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Even Andy can't help a little twinge of sympathy. She doesn't know much about clones, really — just enough to recognize one, to understand what they're meant for. She's never spoken to one at length before this and wouldn't have really cared to either. In truth, she's never felt much different about them than she does other humans. But even she sees that it's cruel, how they've been made — that insidious little chip. She can't blame him for deserting.
With a softened wryness: ]
Guess you're lucky you've got us. [ Us. Wasn't she mad about Poe saying us before? ] The only two assholes around that are reckless enough and good enough to get you out the other side of this.