I-I'm Heatman. [It comes out a mumble, and he retreats back inside his box again while they talk until he hears that last part]
Aren't we, though? [He asks it between sniffles, even as he reaches out a hand of his own from his box to grasp onto the wrist of the one on his lid without looking] We're tools. We were never meant to be people. That's why crying is-
No, its not a waste of time, its a needed process to let out all that pent up emotion. [ A stern lightest tap to his top. ]
I will not hear that talk here, you are a person especially when you are here. Heatman I can tell you're a very young sparkling and you're already through so much. I'll try and make things smoothed out for you here.
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Aren't we, though? [He asks it between sniffles, even as he reaches out a hand of his own from his box to grasp onto the wrist of the one on his lid without looking] We're tools. We were never meant to be people. That's why crying is-
[Another sniff]
It's just a waste of everybody's time.
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I will not hear that talk here, you are a person especially when you are here. Heatman I can tell you're a very young sparkling and you're already through so much. I'll try and make things smoothed out for you here.