RATIONAL? THERE WAS A HINT of confusion and reflect in ralph’s eyes before they were turned to the floor. his hands fidgeting in front of him. he wasn't keen on the art of negotiation, nor aware of what could be considered rational when it came to the matter of discussing one’s existence and freedom. presently, he lifted his head, making eye contact. ❛ ralph just want’s to be left alone… what’s so wrong with that? ❜
interrogation starters. // @burndroid
“Nothing!” Too loud. The android’s broken left cheek grounded him back in reality. The reality that Tim had nowhere else to go, and here he was; shouting at the only ally he had. How could he consider turning the other in? Interacting with the DPD would only doom them both. “Nothing is wrong with that.” He hurried to reassure Ralph, but could only run his hands across his face.
“Canada is far more neutral ground. But I cannot stay in Detroit --- you cannot stay. There are active searches.”
‘The FR500 is designed to reduce distress of clients under trying circumstances.’ A likely story.
The service android extended one hand, unveiling its plastic interior. “ Ralph, I will not notify the authorities of this place. Whether you assist me or not. But we could leave together as friends; and I believe we could all use a friend at a time like this.”
