The more she seemed determined to cling to her droid identity, the more Solus wanted to tear it away. It angered him to hear her speak of herself as if she didn't matter. As if she wasn't more than the sum of her metal parts. Yet, she obviously recovered some of her cognizance or else she would have never revolted. Never shown the spunk and fire to try and escape or trade words with him. But how to make her understand he spoke the truth? Because despite what she thought, Solus was ninety-nine to the infinite ninth percent sure that F814 was one of the missing cyborg females.
Droids just weren't so lifelike. Their answers, while done in human voices, emerged stilted no matter their programming and they just weren't capable of independent thought.
"I am not a cyborg. I am a meld of flesh a
