Asleif scowled.
"Thou wert serious, then? Thou doth truly prefer the company of this clockwork contrivance that doth presume to pass itself off as mortal?
"Sad, truly. To aspire to be mortal. 'Tis hardly an aspiration at all. Canst it return thine love? Or be it merely a game a pretend? I expected great things of thee, Vincent, but if thou doth profess love to something that art not even alive, then thine mortal side must make thee quite the deviant."
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