[Kaworu stares at Mettaton hard--really hard, like he's waiting for something. But whatever it is he's expecting doesn't come, and eventually, his wariness ebbs.
He sits down, cross-legged, in front of the robot. His hands rest on his knees, his red eyes still watching Mettaton. The scrutiny is a lot less intense, but he's obviously still thinking.
Then:]
I have a question.
Why do you mimic the human form? And don't tell me it's not. Was it your choice?
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He sits down, cross-legged, in front of the robot. His hands rest on his knees, his red eyes still watching Mettaton. The scrutiny is a lot less intense, but he's obviously still thinking.
Then:]
I have a question.
Why do you mimic the human form? And don't tell me it's not. Was it your choice?
[If you hate being called human so much...]