[At that, he offers her something of a withering glance. It's quickly becoming apparent that she's not going to accept his denial or excuses, and he has no real idea how to respond to that. Even more bewildering, she doesn't seem to be particularly horrified by his misdeeds. That doesn't make sense to him--he's spent all this time worried that people would hate him if he knew, and this is...not what he really expected.
He ventures a question.]
You didn't kill that girl, did you? It was--was that a robot, or something?
[Certainly explains a few things, and his first instinct is to assure her that not all robots are like that, but clearly that's not true. He was like that.]
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He ventures a question.]
You didn't kill that girl, did you? It was--was that a robot, or something?
[Certainly explains a few things, and his first instinct is to assure her that not all robots are like that, but clearly that's not true. He was like that.]