Gipsy laughs around him, because yes -- she's aware of that that references.
In a way.
She urges him forward, presses unseen hands against his back to nudge him towards the woman.
She's part of me, part of you. Part of Yancy, and Mako as well. Pieces and glimpses of faces I have seen in your memories, merged together in something not...tangible, but representable. You, my pilots, make up what I think you would call a soul.
Or at least...some form of conscious being. Without you, I am only a machine.
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I'm actually in Florida so that's pretty likely |D
Date: 2013-09-21 08:08 pm (UTC)In a way.
She urges him forward, presses unseen hands against his back to nudge him towards the woman.
She's part of me, part of you. Part of Yancy, and Mako as well. Pieces and glimpses of faces I have seen in your memories, merged together in something not...tangible, but representable. You, my pilots, make up what I think you would call a soul.
Or at least...some form of conscious being. Without you, I am only a machine.