[ She rankles a little from the snickering, from being called a bride of Christ -- an old term for a nun, probably, but it has a certain inflection here-- but Root can handle a lot of skepticism and mockery aimed at her. She's used to it, so it rarely touches her anymore. But even the slightest edge of that same tone aimed at the Machine gets her guard up fiercely.
Root subtly straightens in her seat, leans back, makes direct eye contact with a suddenly flattened affect and a gleam of challenge. ]
Mostly she tells me not to kill people who doubt her.
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Root subtly straightens in her seat, leans back, makes direct eye contact with a suddenly flattened affect and a gleam of challenge. ]
Mostly she tells me not to kill people who doubt her.