no-! i'm not. i phrased it wrong. i hate the way you make me feel. [he stuttered out. poor 89 has stage fright! he's definitely stalling now, words tumbling from his mouth.] like a fire is burning in my chest! like i can't give up. like there's a lot more than just this! ++
[ as 89 leaned closer and closer , the lights in 75's robotic eyes dimmed . listening to his every word as the distance between the two grew slimmer and slimmer , beginning to close their eyes slowly in preparation . ] geez , you talk a lot . . . can't you just get this over with without all +