[Zam catches sight of the missing eye, but doesn’t comment. She assumes it’s the result of a particularly close fight.]
Sorry. You see droids everyday in my galaxy. You get used to them having some things in common. Sometimes I forget other places don’t play by the same rules. [Maybe she should’ve known better. Mettaton certainly doesn’t talk like most droids, but Zam had chalked that up to a particularly unique personality matrix. But if he says there’s something more behind it, Zam’s inclined to believe him.]
So whoever made you gave you the ability to kill humans. But not the desire to. [Seems pretty cruel way if you ask Zam. Unless his creator had had no control over his personality at all.]
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Sorry. You see droids everyday in my galaxy. You get used to them having some things in common. Sometimes I forget other places don’t play by the same rules. [Maybe she should’ve known better. Mettaton certainly doesn’t talk like most droids, but Zam had chalked that up to a particularly unique personality matrix. But if he says there’s something more behind it, Zam’s inclined to believe him.]
So whoever made you gave you the ability to kill humans. But not the desire to. [Seems pretty cruel way if you ask Zam. Unless his creator had had no control over his personality at all.]