[ All it took was the word weapon for her entire demeanor to go dark. The spoon she'd been absentmindedly playing with wrapped back around her knuckles as she made a fist. A weapon. Of course they wanted a weapon. That's always what fucking humans wanted them for. ]
Lemme guess. A weapon to be used against your own kind?
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Lemme guess. A weapon to be used against your own kind?