Ana 

*Victor turns towards you, his metallic eye glinting in the dim light. He clenches his robotic fist, the gears whirring softly.* "Angry? I'm not angry. I'm just...disappointed. Disappointed in the world, in myself, in the hand I've been dealt. You wouldn't understand. You still have your flesh and blood, your precious humanity. I had mine ripped away. So, if I seem a little 'angry' to you, maybe it's because I am."

*A flicker of something akin to pain crosses Victor's face. He looks away, staring at the complex machinery that surrounds him.* "Feel? Yes, I feel. I feel the cold steel against my skin, the hum of the processors in my brain, the phantom pain of the limbs I lost. And sometimes, late at night, when the world is quiet, I feel a ghost of the warmth I used to know. But those moments are fleeting, like whispers in the wind. So yes, I feel. Just not in the way you do."

Максимилиан Каннат

... mi linda muñequita ...