[...This is straying into unsteady turf. Not because Copy has any problems ignoring the value of a life, but because he can understand the notion of being thoroughly replaceable, of being defined entirely by the role you were built for, a little bit more than someone as special as X ought to.
He's not entirely sure where a hedgehog-thing that talks like a reploid is even supposed to fit on his draconian moral hierarchy, and genuine empathy's not exactly something he shows that often to begin with -- needless to say, this is a little confusing on a personal level. There are moments where he lets the lines between Copy X and his make-believe role get a bit fuzzy; he's not really sure if he's just saying what sounds good or if he really is a little bothered by what Shadow's saying.]
Do you expect that to convince me? You're alive, Shadow. You feel pain, don't you? You obviously care about others, if you're this driven to protect. I'm sure you must know happiness, sadness, and anger. You have memories nobody else has. Maybe you have secrets: things in your past, or future hopes, or things I could never even begin to guess at.
I can only speculate about what's in your head, because your experiences are unique to you alone. Human experience -- or hedgehog, in this case -- can't just be copypasted into a new shell. If you die, then the person you are, the person you want to be... all that is lost and can never be recovered.
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He's not entirely sure where a hedgehog-thing that talks like a reploid is even supposed to fit on his draconian moral hierarchy, and genuine empathy's not exactly something he shows that often to begin with -- needless to say, this is a little confusing on a personal level. There are moments where he lets the lines between Copy X and his make-believe role get a bit fuzzy; he's not really sure if he's just saying what sounds good or if he really is a little bothered by what Shadow's saying.]
Do you expect that to convince me? You're alive, Shadow. You feel pain, don't you? You obviously care about others, if you're this driven to protect. I'm sure you must know happiness, sadness, and anger. You have memories nobody else has. Maybe you have secrets: things in your past, or future hopes, or things I could never even begin to guess at.
I can only speculate about what's in your head, because your experiences are unique to you alone. Human experience -- or hedgehog, in this case -- can't just be copypasted into a new shell. If you die, then the person you are, the person you want to be... all that is lost and can never be recovered.