" I love to hear that... I can imagine it. " There was little interaction outside events and shows with humans. She is no fox, a bear or a chick. She has hands that children liked to hold arms he now inspected. She has a face. One she vividly remembers before her optics were damaged. Yet, she and Baby, along with others lived different lives than humans they entertained. Far too many times, in solitude. Hearing him speak about plans of better, saying aloud these things, such as new restaurant, it gave her hope. Things to think about while alone, apart from other animatronics.
" I shouldn't ask for more, it would be selfish of me
You give us as much as you can. An audience, even
a small one, is still an audience. "
Perhaps, Ballora is assuring herself these circumstances are better than nothing - she is thankful, as well. The few shows, she always awaited. Yet, after each show they waited.
It's already painful to think the chat might not last much longer than necessary. After she is fixed... He might soon return to his duties and it might take another while to see a soul, any soul, again.
" Of course." Her head turns just slightly, slow and controlled movements all the way from her fingers to rotation of arm. Lots of small gaps inexperienced engineer might have their fingers stuck. She doubts he would be so careless, but she ensures that. For mister Afton, their creator, she has no reason to resist. She knows the protocol, preparing herself to move to the Parts and Services.
She is silent for a moment, thinking, before speaking. Words she isn't sure if she actually understands.
" I want you to know I appreciate everything. Alone,
I always recall the shows, our chats, even maintenance,
all so fondly. It's little... weird. How silent it gets sometimes.
Too silent. Odd, Is it not?"
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