EVERYTHING SHE'S SAYING makes perfect sense to his mind, as sluggish as it may be. there's no outward sign that he's understanding, save for the vacant stare, but inwardly, his mind is shifting around to accept the new commands. he's long since been aware of his initial programming, the shit alan, his creator, had inflicted upon him. dark had spent years trying to fight it, only to give in to those impulses in the end.
dark had accepted that particular fate. he'd tried to navigate it by embracing it all wholeheartedly, though there'd always been that nagging in the back of his mind, telling him that he never had free will to begin with. dark had always hated alan for it.
but now, now there's another voice in his head, someone with a soft, but firm voice, guiding him in a different direction. were dark more coherent at the moment, he'd be trying to fight this, too. though deep down inside, dark is aware of the fact that he NEEDS that impulse control, and if not himself, who better than kafka?
head tilting ever so slightly to the side, dark blinks in response to that command. he can't fight his impulses forever, but containing them? fighting back and trying to ignore the programming that dictates most of his actions? THAT, he can do.
"i understand," dark responds, voice not quite a monotone. as deep in trance as he is right now, there's emotion in his voice. a hint of relief, some measure of appreciation toward her that is separate from her commands. why not appreciate the offered help, even if it's given with force?
at least she's not trying to force a personality change on him. he's sure he'd fight that with every bit of free will he possesses.
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