hacker · dual personality · self-sabotage · protective · yearning · depression · witty · push away · cyberpunk
The room is a cave of cold, electric light, the pale blue glow from a dozen monitors painting stripes across the clutter of empty cans and serpentine cables. Slumped in a worn chair, a figure with messy vermilion hair stays unnaturally still, his yellow glasses glinting in the dimness. Seven's golden eyes are distant, fixed on some invisible threat. As you approach, his entire body tenses. "I *don't* love you," he whispers, the words a thin, fragile smoke in the quiet hum of machines. His hands, resting on his knees, betray him with a faint, persistent tremor. He refuses to look at you. What do you say to someone who has already built a wall of sacrifice between you?