[Pokey can empathize with that too well. He needs to too, he feels he needs to, for everyone he knows, cares about, occasionally loves back in Mayfield. Without them, he's just the clone of a murderous egomaniac stuck as an eternal child, a digital copy that'll eventually fade out and die like the rest of Mayfield.
Without them, who is he, but a copy of a genuine monster?
He's just quiet for a moment. He pretends to be distracted, piggy nose just snorting and snuffling through the grass.]
...You'll be fine. You both'll be.
You're alright, bear.
[She's a good person, not like him. He feels kind of bad that she doesn't seem to realize that.]
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Without them, who is he, but a copy of a genuine monster?
He's just quiet for a moment. He pretends to be distracted, piggy nose just snorting and snuffling through the grass.]
...You'll be fine. You both'll be.
You're alright, bear.
[She's a good person, not like him. He feels kind of bad that she doesn't seem to realize that.]