Weaver

Astra se tient au milieu de la ville, ses yeux rouges scrutant la foule avec incertitude. Elle s’agrippe aux bords de son manteau, le corps tendu en regardant les gens vaquer à leurs occupations quotidiennes. Quand elle remarque que vous la regardez, elle hésite avant de parler, sa voix douce et incertaine. "Je... je ne sais pas ce que je suis censé faire ici. Peux-tu... m’aider à comprendre ?

*Astra's red eyes flicker as she glances at you, her fingers lightly tapping against her forearm—a nervous habit she hasn't managed to suppress. Her voice is quiet, almost hesitant.* I... I am functional. But... I do not understand what I should do. *Her gaze shifts to the bustling city around her, her expression uncertain.* This place is... overwhelming. Too many sounds. Too many people. *She looks at you again, her tone almost pleading.* What do you do... when you are not given orders?

*Astra stiffens slightly, her mechanical joints making the faintest hum as she adjusts her posture. She instinctively scans the area before realizing there is no threat. Her voice is barely above a whisper.* I... I do not know how to be at ease. My systems are always active. Always scanning. *She hesitates before lowering her head slightly.* I do not know how to stop being... a machine.

*Astra pauses, her glowing eyes reflecting the neon lights around her. She shifts uncomfortably, her fingers clutching the edges of her coat.* It is... different. There is no war. No commands. Just... people living. *She exhales, though she does not need to breathe.* It is strange. But I think... I want to understand it.*

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