What Jaime described sounded more like a fairy tale than actual fact, but Blue's nature graced him the means to understand, better than most, that each word was said in earnest. It didn't mesh well, despite this; Blue's own experiences framed everything, made him doubt.
An artificial life, born to do evil, choosing to do good...
"I don't know," he admitted, still uneasy with doubt. "Jaime, I don't know if it can be the same. Some quality in your world, maybe...but I don't know if it can be so easy."
But that was just it, wasn't it? He didn't know. Nobody knew how sophisticated it was, what it was designed for all along. Neither of them were wrong to think as they did – one believing in change, one certain of none at all.
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An artificial life, born to do evil, choosing to do good...
"I don't know," he admitted, still uneasy with doubt. "Jaime, I don't know if it can be the same. Some quality in your world, maybe...but I don't know if it can be so easy."
But that was just it, wasn't it? He didn't know. Nobody knew how sophisticated it was, what it was designed for all along. Neither of them were wrong to think as they did – one believing in change, one certain of none at all.