[He felt somewhat crestfallen, but it was still nice to have the art, he figures. May not be quite like him, but close enough. He could keep it in a drawer and bring it out when he was having one of his . . . moments, instead of breaking a mirror.
At Taryon's suggestion, he perks up. His eyes shine with an uncharacteristic light that wasn't born from the excitement of bloodshed or thieving. It might even be described as innocent.]
Re-really? Is he really that good? [There's doubt in his voice, and apologetically he adds:] Most automatons I have come across are ungainly things. Only good for swinging a sword like an enormous club. Doty isn't quite as, hm, encumbered as those, but...
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At Taryon's suggestion, he perks up. His eyes shine with an uncharacteristic light that wasn't born from the excitement of bloodshed or thieving. It might even be described as innocent.]
Re-really? Is he really that good? [There's doubt in his voice, and apologetically he adds:] Most automatons I have come across are ungainly things. Only good for swinging a sword like an enormous club. Doty isn't quite as, hm, encumbered as those, but...