"Wise choice," he comments, smirking just barely. Stupid futuristic was his MO practically. He's meticulous in his work, not leaving so much as a finger smudge behind. He carefully places the organ back inside and gets to work on the next.
The question is a fair one and he doesn't answer right away. It's not like fixing his old robots. They would watch him and all, but he could deactivate them and know that they wouldn't have any real opinion on the situation. Anna had some sort of sentience in her, maybe even a soul, and that changed the game. Yet...
"This stuff makes sense to me," Dirk says finally, "Machines make sense. No matter how advanced technology gets, machinery is reliable in any language, any year. It is made with the idea of being handled." Be more poetic about it, Dirk.
"When I work with machines, it's the one time I feel like I'm completely in control of a situation. Like I can handle any problem I run into one way or another." It's arrogant, probably, but it's true. He was a fucking genius with this shit and he was proud of it. So what? People should be proud of their talents. He puts back the next clean organ and continues on.
"And I guess the idea of helping a friend in the process makes it better." Which maybe Anna wouldn't consider him a friend...But he certainly felt she had become one to him.
He looks up at her in mute surprise by the following question. He has no idea what healing looked like - having never really done much of it on his own. His entire soul was fragmented in a way nothing could heal. His body was littered with scars of past deaths and fights. Maybe he was taking the question too literally.
"I don't know," he admits, not a sensitive enough person to try and lie. "Maybe this is what the beginning of healing feels like. Vulnerable." That he could see.
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The question is a fair one and he doesn't answer right away. It's not like fixing his old robots. They would watch him and all, but he could deactivate them and know that they wouldn't have any real opinion on the situation. Anna had some sort of sentience in her, maybe even a soul, and that changed the game. Yet...
"This stuff makes sense to me," Dirk says finally, "Machines make sense. No matter how advanced technology gets, machinery is reliable in any language, any year. It is made with the idea of being handled." Be more poetic about it, Dirk.
"When I work with machines, it's the one time I feel like I'm completely in control of a situation. Like I can handle any problem I run into one way or another." It's arrogant, probably, but it's true. He was a fucking genius with this shit and he was proud of it. So what? People should be proud of their talents. He puts back the next clean organ and continues on.
"And I guess the idea of helping a friend in the process makes it better." Which maybe Anna wouldn't consider him a friend...But he certainly felt she had become one to him.
He looks up at her in mute surprise by the following question. He has no idea what healing looked like - having never really done much of it on his own. His entire soul was fragmented in a way nothing could heal. His body was littered with scars of past deaths and fights. Maybe he was taking the question too literally.
"I don't know," he admits, not a sensitive enough person to try and lie. "Maybe this is what the beginning of healing feels like. Vulnerable." That he could see.