If I did, I'd think you were a monster that kidnaps children for misbehaving. A dealer that lost his territory, waging war against everyone that wronged him and killed his family. [An omnic, a spy, a ghost— everyone had their theories. Some more popular than others.

She liked hers best.

But the rest speaks for itself: if Azúcar really did buy into everything at face value, their first interaction would have gone a lot less smoothly. She shifts forward, folding her legs beneath her and easing less narrowly into warm sand. He might not want to sit like a human being instead of a máquina, but it doesn't change the fact that it's nice here, even if it isn't real. Someone ought to enjoy it.]