Oh. The Soldier has said that before, or something close to it. As much as everyone tells it to be a person, to find its name or pick a new one, as much as it or anyone else would want it to learn to live without fear or find things for itself to do without orders... it doesn't know how to do any of those things. Orders and punishment and the ice are all it knows.
Except now it knows grilled cheese and origami and Queen. And a little bit about friends.
The Soldier thinks for a long moment, turning that over, looking a little sad, maybe. "You have programming, too," it says at last, looking into the middle distance. "Maybe not the same kind as mine. But you have it. And you don't know how to get around it, either." It blinks and looks up in the direction of her face again, expression evening out. "It's okay. I understand."
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Except now it knows grilled cheese and origami and Queen. And a little bit about friends.
The Soldier thinks for a long moment, turning that over, looking a little sad, maybe. "You have programming, too," it says at last, looking into the middle distance. "Maybe not the same kind as mine. But you have it. And you don't know how to get around it, either." It blinks and looks up in the direction of her face again, expression evening out. "It's okay. I understand."