"That doesn't seem to be the way he views you." Luka comments, thinking about the utter distaste the two of them seemed to have for each other. The Protector's bitterness seemed far beyond what one would have for a malfunctioning robot. "Well, he acts more like a machine than you ever have, anyway."

Luka finishes the cocoa and sets his mug back down on the table in front of him, leaning back in his too-small chair casually. He steadies himself with one hand on the table's edge, his fingers drumming against its surface quietly.

"I'm glad they changed the plans, then. Enjoying food is one of the better earthly desires."