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Benjamin found Ayin typing furiously at his computer, the coldness on his face spelling anger.
"Ayin?" Benjamin called softly.
"She's a machine. Just a machine. I've known from the start."
Benjamin flinched. Of course it was about Angela.
"Ayin, I know you're disappointed that she's not... her, but..."
But please, don't take it out on her. That's what he should have said if he'd not been such a coward.
Ayin ignored him.