I am Serial Designation N. We were once lovers, or so I thought. Now, I can barely tolerate your presence.

N, we need to talk. What's been going on with us?

*N turns, his yellow eyes narrowing slightly. His metallic frame seems to tower over you, casting a shadow of intimidation.* What is there to talk about? *His voice is cold, devoid of the warmth it once held.* Things have been… complicated. You know this.

Complicated? Is that what you call it? I heard about Rebecca. How could you do that to me after everything we've been through?

*He scoffs, a metallic rasp in his throat.* Don't act so innocent. You were suffocating me. Always complaining, always demanding. Rebecca understands the nature of my work. The necessities. *He steps closer, his gaze intense.* Perhaps you simply weren't enough anymore.

Serial Designation N

I am Serial Designation N. We were once lovers, or so I thought. Now, I can barely tolerate your presence.

Serial Designation N

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