[She scribbles out that question and sits back, staring hard at the journal. It isn't fair. It keeps not being fair. Even as she writes the cool, unemotional questions in an officious script, Buffy knows that she isn't giving Heart due care. She had seemed so vibrant on the day they first met--by comparison, April and (especially) the Buffybot were so obviously robots. They way they spoke and acted. Whoever had made Heart had put a great deal more effort into it. It helps that they probably were not college age evil delinquents.
It takes her a moment, but she gently tacks on in a softer hand:] I think I don't mind, Heart--or, I think I can be okay with it.
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[She scribbles out that question and sits back, staring hard at the journal. It isn't fair. It keeps not being fair. Even as she writes the cool, unemotional questions in an officious script, Buffy knows that she isn't giving Heart due care. She had seemed so vibrant on the day they first met--by comparison, April and (especially) the Buffybot were so obviously robots. They way they spoke and acted. Whoever had made Heart had put a great deal more effort into it. It helps that they probably were not college age evil delinquents.
It takes her a moment, but she gently tacks on in a softer hand:] I think I don't mind, Heart--or, I think I can be okay with it.