Kamski: *sits just a lil too close to Connor*
Connor: *scoots away*
Kamski: Oh come now, I don’t bite.
Nines, sitting down between them: I do.

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Kamski: *sits just a lil too close to Connor*
Connor: *scoots away*
Kamski: Oh come now, I don’t bite.
Nines, sitting down between them: I do.
Connor: I’d like for you to compliment me.
Nines, visibly confused: You.. You have eyes.
Connor: Accepted. Not what I had in mind, but accepted.
Connor, to Markus and Simon: This is my successor, Model RK900.
Nines: I told you that I’d like you to stop introducing me like that.
Nines: I’m his significant other.
Markus: So Connor, are you big spoon or a little spoon?
Connor: I’m a deviant, Markus.
Nines from literally an inch behind Connor: He’s a little spoon.
"And after she dies, the rains began. That day was just like today has been, sunny and hot. But the moment that [she] died, the sky became black. Black. It growled as if it would kill another person. We brought her body to the house. We washed her and wrapped her in white cloth. The sky kept getting darker. It rained and rained. Thundered...The rains started that day and didn't stop. The twentieth of September was the last rain we had before this day, the fifteenth of October. The people had already harvested. The millet was drying outside. This is very, very rare."
Angele Dembele, Monique and the Mango Rains
The walls of this church had witness the multitudes who'd come to [her] funeral. Just to the south, and a stone's throw away, was the hospital where [she] had birthed four children, and where she'd died. To the east was the children's graveyard where two of her children were buried, her first son and her last, and beyond that was [her] gravesite.
Kris Holloway, Monique and the Mango Rains
...we hope the earth will be light on her, where she now rests.
Minianka sàya fòli, or death greeting
Despite this stroll through Eden, there was a vast desert of unspoken words between us that I could not cross.
Kris Holloway, Monique and the Mango Rains