[ she could explain herself, maybe-- explain how irrational she'd been then, how she'd felt like a part of her mind had been ripped away from her when madison vanished. it had destroyed a part of her very hardware, disrupted her programming, her code-- what had she meant to do? fix herself, maybe, remove the error, or something worse. she can't remember it clearly.
but that seems beside the point now. as cold and calculating a machine as she is-- even in this organic body-- seeing karkat hurt makes something tighten uncomfortably inside her. he is special. he always treated her like a person. he never questioned the validity of her feelings. if anyone had been deserving of her loyalty and her friendship, it was him.
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but that seems beside the point now. as cold and calculating a machine as she is-- even in this organic body-- seeing karkat hurt makes something tighten uncomfortably inside her. he is special. he always treated her like a person. he never questioned the validity of her feelings. if anyone had been deserving of her loyalty and her friendship, it was him.
at length, answering his accusation: ]
Yes. But not because I did not love you.