*takes out his blade, it vibrates with an otherworldly energy, he holds it to Fernessa's throat and his eyes go red* is that all we are to you? Toys, machines, slaves? If our lives have no meaning, why should yours?
*tries to get between them* Spark, sweetheart, calm down. It's okay. She doesn't understand. Please drop the blade...Come on. She doesn't get that you're sentient....Please...*gently takes his hand. Eyes soft and pleading. She doesn't want anyone to die, and this really isn't like the person she fell in love with*(edited)
I won't be here with someone who would throw us away as if we were nothing. *he puts his blade away and takes off flying. You hear a loud boom as he breaks the sound barrier and disappeared from sight*
I see.... Yeah, that would upset him. He's worked hard to convince everyone he's more that metal. I may have made the body. Even the brain, but the mind, That's all him. I imagine it's the same way for beetle.
It's not all future tech, some are nothing more than wood, some metal, and some arcana. But regardless, I can track him, but that would be an invasion of his privacy. Unless there was a genuine concern. Perhaps you should just call him. *tosses you his communications device* Just press the one marked SPARK.
I'm sorry I called you a machine...It might not have been directly, but I still did....You're not...I see that now...I don't know how your world works...But if you're willing to give me a second chance...I could learn...I'm really sorry I hurt you....
But I am a machine, that's what I am. But it's not WHO I am... *you see the flames as he floats down in front of your bench and steps forward* I didn't think anyone here would act as you did. But if you're sincere *he extends a hand* then I suppose I could let you try again.
