ataraxion | second dissection. voice.

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Where is the morgue?

Or what is being used as the morgue?

Difficult to say. We're not very close.

Then why do you want them to die?

I don't wish for it, but I also know it is inevitable.

Yes. All death is inevitable.

And since it is one, I would like only for mine to come after someone else's.

That's a kind sentiment. It spares them the grief. And it allows you to know how they turn out.

Do I seem so altruistic?

I don't know yet. But you seem to care about him.

The irrationality that is bred into all people regardless of distant felt, I suppose.

It is irrational.

[She's so glad you think so, too.]

There were ancient cultures that thought love was a sickness.

I can understand the reason as to why.

It's a riddle, too. How do you cure love?

Simple.

Remove the heart.

That's a very smart answer.

Of course.

So long as the heart beats metaphorically... love cannot be cured. And perhaps, it shouldn't.

[Brow furrow.]

It shouldn't?

Without heart, a person becomes lifeless, soulless.

[The poor android is not sure if they're still being literal or metaphorical...]

Soulless. How do you know if you have a soul?

Because I can still feel something towards events and thing.